Chapter 535
Chapter 535:
Rosanna’s face turned scarlet, as though he had slapped her in front of the entire room. Her jaw tightened, her teeth clamped hard on her bottom lip. The sting of humiliation seared through her chest as her hands curled into trembling fists.
Just a few steps away, Maia lifted her gaze — and their eyes locked. The world stilled. The chatter, the laughter, the music — all fell away as if someone had pressed mute on the entire courtyard.
Recognizing the shift in atmosphere, the surrounding guests instinctively parted, forming a corridor between Claudius and Maia.
With his left hand tucked behind his back, Claudius approached. Calm, composed, every movement deliberate. His right hand rose to his chest, then flipped open with a graceful flourish. He leaned forward slightly, palm extended to Maia with the poise of a practiced gentleman. A slight tilt of his head accompanied his polished smile. “Ms. Watson,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, “may I have the pleasure of this dance p>
It was perfection — refined, effortless, almost cinematic.
Claudius stood like a man out of time, elegance etched into every line of his frame, confident that this gesture — this moment — would sweep Maia off her feet.
She stared at him, frozen. For a heartbeat, she simply blinked, stunned. Just as she parted her lips to decline, a ripple of excitement surged through the crowd. “Say yes p>
“Go on, say yes!” The cheers rose like waves crashing against her hesitation.
Claudius held her gaze, unwavering. Her eyes glimmered beneath the soft lighting, like stardust gathered in motion. He felt something stir — something warm and strangely unfamiliar.
Maia looked breathtaking tonight. Even more radiant than she had at the Cooper Group party.
For a moment, Claudius forgot the crowd, the music, the entire evening. All he saw was her.
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝓸ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Claudius couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips. He believed that no woman could refuse his invitation. Not after everything he had done today — surely, this was enough. Surely, she would say yes.
However, Maia didn’t follow the script he had imagined. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cooper,” she said gently. “I’m not really in the mood to dance p>
The words were soft, but they landed like a hammer. Claudius’ smile froze. His hand hung awkwardly between them, still suspended in the air.
Inside, something cracked.
How? How could she accept a worthless playboy like Chris and still turn him down?
Around them, the crowd gasped. The disbelief spread like wildfire. Did Maia just reject Claudius, heir to the Cooper empire?
Women in designer gowns exchanged stunned looks. For many of them, being asked to dance by Claudius was the stuff of high-society dreams.
Voices rose in whispers and then in open commentary.
“Did she really turn him down? After all those gifts p>
“Those fireworks… the wall of blessings… the Crimson Heart! That was practically a declaration of love! Rejecting Claudius so publicly is just p>
At the edge of the crowd, Stacy rolled her eyes and sneered, “She’s clearly playing a long game. Strategic withholding, that’s all it is. The woman’s got a PhD in manipulation p>
Rosanna’s glare could have burned holes through stone. Her insides twisted with envy. If Claudius had offered his hand to her, she would have leaped at the chance without a second thought.
Claudius remained where he was, painfully still. His arm slowly dropped back to his side, the silence around him deafening. The elaborate effort — the fireworks, the blessing on the facade of the building, the forbidden risk of crossing his father Kolton — meant nothing now. The rejection rang louder than any of it.