Chapter 93

"You'll have to wait your turn, sir," Dylan said with a smirk as he turned around. Sebastian replied coolly, "I beg to differ. I believe the lady should choose her dance partner." His words left Dylan momentarily speechless.

Sebastian's gaze shifted from Dylan to Eleanor. His eyes, usually calm, now seemed to conceal a storm of suppressed emotions.

Eleanor's hands hung by her sides, her fists clenched tightly. After a brief pause, she suddenly laughed and placed her hand in Dylan's palm, agreeing to dance with him.

Sebastian's expression darkened instantly, his hand clenching into a fist. He wanted to look at Eleanor again, but she had already turned away with Dylan. He gritted his teeth as he watched them walk away.

At that moment, Julian stepped forward and said, "Good evening, Mr. Carter."

Sebastian glanced at him with a blank expression.

Julian continued with a smile, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Congratulations on your successful business deal in Gerlandia."

"Thank you," Sebastian replied, his tone dismissive. He didn't even bother to turn and face Julian.

"Did you come here because of Eleanor, Mr. Carter?" Julian asked again.

Only then did Sebastian turn his head slightly to look at Julian. "What are you implying?"

"Nothing. It's just a shame that you two are divorced. She's quite the charming lady, isn't she?" Julian's gaze lingered on Eleanor as he spoke.

At that moment, she and Dylan were already halfway through their dance. Though not overly intimate, their movements were perfectly synchronized, their graceful steps drawing the attention of many in the room.

"What's the matter? Are you interested in her?" Sebastian asked, following Julian's gaze.

"I'd wager no one could remain indifferent to a lady like her."

"Is that so? I seem to recall a rumor about you, Mr. Knight. Since your accident, you've been unable to perform certain... acts. How do you expect to satisfy a lady and make her happy in your condition?" Sebastian retorted.

Julian's smile faltered for a moment, the veins in his neck bulging. But he quickly regained his composure.

"You're well-informed, Mr. Carter. But what gives you the right to say such things? After all, Eleanor didn't seem particularly satisfied during your marriage. Why else would she have divorced you?"

Sebastian fell silent. It had been a long time since he'd been stumped. He rarely engaged in such petty arguments, especially over Eleanor. It was beneath him.

He cast one last glance at Eleanor before turning to leave without hesitation. Just then, someone stepped in front of him.

"May I have this dance?" The woman wore a sleek black gown, her hair elegantly tied up. She looked at him boldly, her intentions clear.

Sebastian initially wanted to refuse, but then something seemed to occur to him. He extended his hand, palm open.

"It would be my honor."