The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165:

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The following morning, Laney climbed into Cliff’s car, acting as if nothing had transpired.

Cliff noticed her spreading a towel across the seat. “Worried about dirt? The car gets cleaned every day.”

Laney wouldn’t think so. “No,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I just worry you’ll find my dress childish and be disgusted.”

Cliff suppressed a chuckle.

Clutching her seatbelt, Laney kept her gaze down. “I understood what you said at dinner yesterday. Don’t worry. I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Explain what you mean,” Cliff said, glancing her way.

Laney’s hand trembled slightly as she whispered, “I won’t have feelings for you anymore. You can celebrate.”

Cliff’s face remained impassive. “That’s impossible. You’ve attached your seatbelt to my seat.”

Laney fumbled awkwardly to unbuckle and refasten it correctly.

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Later that day, rehearsals ran long again. The studio had emptied, but Laney, being the principal dancer, had to put in extra work.

As Laney moved through her routine, her earlier words to Cliff echoed in her mind. She’d tried to provoke a reaction by claiming she was over him, but he hadn’t even flinched.

Shaking her head vigorously to clear thoughts of that captivating man, Laney engaged her core, rose en pointe, and began her turns with renewed focus. She lost herself in the choreography, moving with the music.

As she finished, slightly breathless and standing beneath the bright lights, she lowered her gaze and there was Cliff. He stood there, towering and statuesque, his gaze fixed intently upon her.

The harsh stage lights dazzled her vision, making it impossible to read whether it was admiration or something deeper burning in his eyes.

Cliff extended his hand toward her.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Laney moved toward him.

True to form, his first concern was for her well-being. “Do your feet hurt from all those turns?”

Laney gazed up at his striking features and shook her head. “What brings you here?”

“To take you home.”

She settled onto his lap, pressing close against him, personal space forgotten as if even the smallest gap between them was unbearable.

Cliff looked up at her. Their breaths intermingled, yet his voice remained steady as he asked, “Is this your piece for next month’s competition?”

Laney’s heart thundered in her chest. “Yes. Did you like it?”

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