Supreme Mars novel Chapter 117

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Watching Irene’s sparkling eyes and her wide grin, Leo paused before giving a faint smile.

"You want to dance with me?"

Irene nodded seriously. The ballroom was dim, but her eyes were twinkling like stars.

Leo shook his head and replied with a smile, "I can’t dance."

"But I can. Just follow my steps," Irene insisted. "You already refused me for once. Do you want to refuse me for a second time?"

The smile on Leo’s face widened. He rose to his feet slowly and said, "Alright."

Irene came to her sense, her lips curving into a pleasant smile.

"But you have to follow my steps," Leo suddenly said.

Irene got confused as she heard him. A while ago, he told her that he couldn’t dance, but why was he asking her to follow his steps now?

Just as Irene was still in a trance, Leo already held her icy and tiny hand.

A chill ran over Irene as the warmth of his palm flowed into hers, as if the snow thawed in the winter sun.

The soft music started. Leo led Irene to the center of the dance floor slowly, where Peter and Mollie were dancing.

Mollie couldn’t help but sneer seeing Leo and Irene walking towards them.

"I didn’t expect you to be dancing with some man, Ms. Garcia." Mollie paused, threw a glance at Leo and scoffed, "I wonder if you 'dancing partner' can dance. I hope you won’t make a fool of yourselves."

Looking sullen, Irene was about to say something, but Leo shook his head at her.

In the soft music, Leo slipped his arm around Irene’s waist gently and held her in his arms.

Irene widened her eyes at once. Blushing, she could feel Leo’s pure masculinity, her heart racing, her body tense.

But Leo stopped there politely and gracefully. Irene breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed at the same time.

Outside the dance floor, a pair of eyes was fixed on Leo and Irene with resentment.

It was Benedict. His face was distorted with fury, his body trembling in anger.

Anyone knew what it meant when a man asked a woman to dance with him in pubic, but Irene refused him ruthlessly!

What’s more, she actually asked a good-for-nothing to dance with her. For a moment, Benedict found it hard to accept the awful truth.

"That bitch…" Benedict gasped. Now, every man had a female companion, while only he was alone.

"Benedict, I was wrong. Please forgive me," Caroline’s voice came from behind. Even if she didn’t know what she had done wrong that rubbed him the wrong way, she had to apologize first anyway.

Benedict looked at Caroline beside him, then at Irene, who was in Leo’s arms. The huge psychological gap made him even angrier.

He was the heir of the Hudson family, and no one had ever humiliated him like this!

But he had no other choice for now.

Benedict forced a smile and said to Caroline, "I’m sorry for what I said just now, Caroline."

"It’s alright." Caroline shook her head hard and whispered, "As long as you forgive me, I’m willing to do anything."

Benedict had a sudden enlightenment as he saw how obedient Caroline was. This woman might come in handy someday.

"Forget it. Let’s dance."

Benedict took Caroline in his arms, and she fell again.

Having noticed him gazing at Leo and Irene, Caroline couldn’t help saying, "Don’t worry, Benedict. That loser can’t dance at all. Just wait to see them embarrass themselves!"

Benedict’s eyes lit up a little after he heard her. He waited for Leo to make a show of himself as he was dancing.

In the mean time, Leo danced to the music with Irene in his arms, while Irene tried to catch up with him. She looked up and found his eyes had long been shut.

His moves were light as wind and beautifully natural from the lookers-on’s view.

Irene was surprised to find that she was unable to follow Leo’s steps.

So this was what it meant when Leo said he couldn’t dance?

It seemed that Leo realized something, and he said quietly, "I’ll slow down a bit."

After that, he slowed himself down so that Irene was able to follow his steps. He moved around with Irene following.

The music built up to a rousing climax. Leo kept his eyes shut, as if he had melted into the music.

Irene, meanwhile, got even more surprised. She widened her eyes and stared at Leo in disbelief. She had also fit into the music gradually.

The people around them had already stopped dancing, but watched Leo and Irene dancing from outside the dance floor in surprise.

At this moment, all the spotlights centered on them.

In the mean time, Caroline, Benedict, Mollie and Peter stopped dancing and watched them dancing in astonishment.

Leo and Irene’s shadows were dancing on the floor moving around to the rhythm of the music. Everyone watched the two of them, one in a white gown while the other in a black tuxedo, dancing with effortless grace. When they finally came to their senses, the band was already playing the next piece of music. The whole scene was simply dreamlike.

When the music was over, Leo opened his eyes, let go of Irene’s hand naturally and walked off the dance floor without hesitation, as if he had never been there before.

However, it took Irene some time to wake up. She caught up with Leo and asked, "Where did you learn your dance steps? Those are some steps popular among the royal family and aristocrats."

Since Irene took etiquette class as an elective course, she knew some of the steps, luckily.

Leo, however, gave a faint smile and said nothing.

As God of War, he had some other skills other than killing.

He had spent five years in the army and carried out countless impossible and confidential tasks. Some of them required him to deal with the royal family and aristocrats overseas, so of course he could do ballroom dance.

Leo was the famous God of War, as well as a charming gentleman.

He would decide whether to be an angel or a devil based on whom he met.

When the dancing party was over, Caroline, Mollie and the others also recovered themselves, but everyone had turned lived, as if they were slapped across the face.

They originally thought Leo couldn’t dance and expected him to make a fool of himself, but he ended up being the center of attention.

The crowd went back to the banquet hall and took their seats.

Naturally, Leo also sat down on that gold chair again. He was quiet and calm, but dignified and commanding at the same time.

Accompanied by Peter and Caroline, Benedict also went back to the banquet hall. He saw that his seat was already taken, his face darkening.

"How dare you take my seat!"