Chapter 131
Lucille shook her head dizzily. “Aydan… Aydan… The Lead can’t perform. You’re the Understudy. You have to step up. Only you can do it! Come on, let’s go!”
Cedrick cupped the back of her head, his tone sharp. “Look at me! Who am I?”
Lucille blinked, seeing only a spinning ceiling and a blurry figure. “Aren’t you Aydan?
Who are you then?”
“I’m Cedrick!”
“Cedrick?” Lucille merely frowned at the name. “What’s Cedrick doing at our school?
Go away!”
Cedrick’s dark eyes narrowed. “Isn’t it good that Cedrick came to see you at school?
Why tell him to leave?”
“Ugh, stop interrupting our rehearsal!” Lucille said impatiently. “Aydan, get rid of that Cedrick guy! Let’s keep practicing!”
Cedrick’s gaze grew even darker. “You want Cedrick gone?”
The utterly drunk Lucille nodded vaguely. “Yeah!
Go!
Make him go!
I don’t want to see him!”
“Why?” His grip on her shoulders tightened.
“I… I hate him…” Tears suddenly welled in Lucille’s eyes. “I hate him… I don’t want to see him at all…”
Cedrick’s eyes dimmed. “You really hate him?”
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“Yeah!” Lucille grabbed his shirt. “Aydan, please help me get rid of Cedrick? Okay?”
I want to dance… Don’t let him get to me…”
Cedrick watched her silently for a long moment.
“Aydan?”
She suddenly called out.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Let’s keep dancing. Come on, play the music.”
Cedrick restarted “Giselle” on his phone but kept holding her. With Lucille in this state, she’d collapse the moment he let go.
“Come on!
Keep up!”
Lucille laughed along with the music.
Her steps were unsteady, reduced to basic movements–limping and stumbling with uneven rhythm. Yet her face lit up with smiles, eyes sparkling with life, unlike her usual self.
“Lucille.”
He whispered softly.
“Hmm?”
She was still immersed in the music.
“You looked really happy when you were dancing.”
He gazed at her smile.
“Of course!”
Lucille laughed, stumbling in circles with his support, “Aydan, do you know when the happiest time of my life was?”
Cedrick’s eyes tightened, “When?”
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“It was the four years at the dance academy, those were my years of free flight.”
Lucille spun around, getting dizzier, and fell into Cedrick’s arms, “Back then, I had dance, I had you…”
There was dance, there were all you good friends.
But, too drunk, she only said “you” before leaning against Cedrick’s chest and falling silent.
Cedrick stood there stiffly, holding her stiffly.
“Sir?”
Mylee had been sent by Cedrick to get Lucille’s pajamas, and hearing no sound inside, she didn’t dare barge in.
Cedrick then snapped out of it, shaking Lucille in his arms, “Lucille! Lucille!”
“Don’t bother me…” Lucille murmured, “Aydan, I’m tired from dancing, let me rest for a bit…”
Cedrick froze again.
After a while, he remembered Mylee, turned and asked, “Mylee, are you still outside?”
“Yes.
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“Come in.”
He said.
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