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His palm was warm, its searing heat palpable even through the
fabric.
The music was melodious, and Roderick led her slowly into the
dance, their steps so in sync it was as if they had danced
together a thousand times before.
“When did you learn to dance?”
Madeleine looked up at him, her eyes curving into crescents. “I
remember you being so uncoordinated when you were a kid.”
“I had no choice.”
Roderick looked helpless. “I married a wife who can dance. I
can’t just watch her find other partners all the time.”
Madeleine’s heart sped up again, and she could already picture
Roderick practicing the dance steps over and over.
Roderick chuckled, his voice low and alluring. “How am I doing?”
“Very well.”
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“Am I your best dance partner?”
The tips of Madeleine’s ears turned a little red, and her eyes felt
warm. She fought to control herself as she gave a slight nod.
The two of them swayed gently to the music, the light casting
their shadows on the floor, tangled and inseparable.
They were no longer paying attention to the moves or the steps.
Madeleine wrapped her arms around him, her upper body
practically leaning against Roderick.
She was losing control, and large tears began to well up as she
hid against his chest.
Ever since leaving Zoe, Madeleine had been holding back,
restraining herself. She was so scared–scared of getting
caught in the narrative control and becoming a means to an
end, scared of losing her family because of the narrative
control, just like Zoe.
She thought she was strong enough. After all, she had survived the pain of the past few years, so what couldn’t she handle
now?
Until just now.
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Held in Roderick’s arms, listening to the steady beat of his
heart, Madeleine felt as if she had found a safe harbor. The
dam she had worked so hard to build could finally crumble,
letting her emotions pour out.
She could cry without restraint, sobbing her heart out.
Her tears soaked his shirt, and when Roderick felt the
dampness, he paused.
He looked down and saw her tear–streaked face. His heart felt
like it had been sliced open, the pain making it hard to breathe.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
He asked twice, his voice laced with panic.
Roderick stopped, his voice low, hoarse, and gentle. “I’m here.”
Those two simple words made Madeleine’s tears flow even
harder. The fear that had coiled around her heart, the anxiety
that followed her like a shadow, all seemed to melt away
because of his “I’m here.”
At a loss, Roderick used his thumb to wipe her tears, but they
kept falling like pearls from a broken string; he couldn’t wipe
them all away.
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His Adam’s apple bobbed, and Roderick lowered his head,
kissing the corner of Madeleine’s eye.
He kissed away the salty tears one by one, his movements as
gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
Madeleine didn’t move, her tear–laden lashes trembling as she
felt his warm breath on her cheek.
Roderick’s kisses slowly trailed down, gently touching the tip of
her nose, as if to soothe her.
Then, he paused at her lips, brushing against them almost
imperceptibly, but not kissing her directly, as if waiting for her
permission.
Just as her heart was about to pound out of her chest,
Madeleine held her breath. She tilted her head up, her nose
brushing against his, their breaths intertwining.
The kiss was gentle and restrained, mixed with the taste of Madeleine’s tears. Overwhelmed, she could only let Roderick
take the lead.
Her mind went blank. Madeleine was glad Roderick was holding her so tightly; her legs felt so weak she was sure she would
have collapsed otherwise.
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In a daze, Madeleine felt something on her hand.
She gently pushed him away, breathless, and raised her hand to
look.
On her ring finger, a ring glittered in the light. ·
“This is…”
“A wedding ring.”
Roderick, not having had his fill, leaned in again, the dazed look
still in his eyes, and pressed his lips against her slightly swollen
ones.
Madeleine’s mind was completely on the ring, and she held up
her hand to look at it in the light for a long time.
Then she grabbed the one in Roderick’s hand and glanced at it.
It seemed a bit newer than the one she had seen last time.
“Didn’t you say I threw it away?”
“I had a new one made, identical to the original.”
Hearing this, Madeleine looked at the ring, her heart feeling a
little sour one moment and sweet the next.
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With tear stains still on her face, she broke into a wide grin.
Roderick sighed helplessly to himself and went to get a tissue
to gently wipe her face.
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