31. Dance

Now, when I smell the roses, I will burst into laughter intermittently.

A noble lady, smiling like a silly commoner's daughter.

Although she was the daughter of his enemy and only an adopted daughter, he had treated Elena as his own daughter for so many years and therefore rarely introduced the opposite sex to his daughter.

He just couldn't bear to do it.

But now...

My daughter has grown up!

But... they're quite a good match.

Even though Don Rafael Montero was unhappy, he had to admit that Rowan and his daughter were a good match.

This is true regardless of identity or appearance.

The old adoptive father sighed and raised his chin "Go ahead, my daughter, you are not needed here anymore."

"Thank you, father."

Elena didn't even bother to be polite and walked over briskly.

Only when she was not far from Rowan did she slow down her pace.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her dress, walked around behind Rowan, and gently tapped his shoulder with her fingers.

Rowan turned around "Ms. Elena?"

Elena said "I...my father said that he wanted you to join in the atmosphere of the dance."

"...I'm sorry, I was rude."

Rowan smiled and nodded with the others before standing up.

He placed his hands on his chest, bent down and extended his palms, inviting "Beautiful Miss Elena, can I ask you to dance with me?"

"Of course~"

Elena put her hand on him briskly, her tone of voice lively and cheerful that was not something a lady should have.

The black-haired man in blue clothes pulled up the girl in red and started dancing briskly to the rhythmic music.

In the crowd, old Zorro, who had already finished his work, watched this scene.

He curled his lips at first, and then laughed.

This time it was a smile of relief.

The heart that was tormented by hatred seemed to soften.

At this moment, old Zorro suddenly saw Don Rafael Montero walking behind.

He was startled. He had just been doing something there and he couldn't let Don Rafael Montero see it now.

Just at this moment the song ended and everyone who had finished dancing applauded.

Old Zorro and Rowan exchanged guilty glances.

Old Zorro gestured in the direction of Don Rafael Montero.

Rowan took a quick glance and knew what was going on 'my father-in-law wants me to attract Montero's attention.

How to do it...'

That, of course, is to invite Montero's adopted daughter to a more intense dance!

The adoptive father is also the father-in-law. Rowan is very familiar with what kind of mentality he would have when seeing this!

But before Rowan could make an invitation, he heard Elena say, "Rowan, would you like to try something more intense?"

Rowan turned his head and saw Elena looking at him expectantly.

One dance could not satisfy the girl in the red dress at all.

Seeing him looking at her, Elena challenged, "Or maybe you don't have enough strength anymore?"

How did the roles get swapped... But this kind of active attack is her style.

Rowan laughed and said, "Girl, I could dance like this with you all night long."

He turned and gave instructions to the band.

Just as he was about to reach out his hand to Elena, Rowan was taken to the center of the field by the girl in the red dress.

The music became more rhythmic, and Elena spun around, leaning into Rowan's embrace.

Rowan lowered his head and met Elena's eyes.

He suddenly had an inspiration and sang along with the tune "You know I have been watching you for a while, today I must dance with you."

Stepping back, Rowan and Elena sometimes touched and sometimes separated, but their eyes were always glued to each other.

"Look, your eyes are calling me eagerly, guiding me to the path to your heart, I will do whatever it takes."

Rowan raised his hand, and Elena spun like a top, the hem of her red dress fluttering, breathtakingly beautiful.

"You are the magnet and I am the metal that is attracted to you. I am approaching you and planning carefully. My thoughts drive me to speed up my pace."

Walking sideways and stepping together, the two of them stuck close to each other again. The girl bent backwards in his arms, her slender waist bent at an amazing angle, which made the mathematical and biology genius deeply feel the beauty of the golden curve.

"Now, now I am enjoying the thrill of moving, every cell in my body is begging for more, I must come to you without hesitation."

With quick turns and tapping of the heels, Elena raised her soft and graceful arms and gave Rowan a sweet smile while turning around.

"Gently, I want to breathe softly close to your neck, let me whisper the truth to you in your ear, let you remember my promise even if I'm not by your side."

Elena returned to Rowan's arms. She could feel the man's breath hitting her neck as he lowered his head. She couldn't tell whether the throbbing of her heart was due to dancing or something else.

"Slowly, I want to use kisses to slowly take off your clothes, draw your puzzle on the wall, and let your body become the drawing board for my manuscript."

Getting closer, their lips seemed to brush against each other yet not.

The dance continued, the man singing along with each touch.

"I want to see your hair dancing every morning, I want to be the rhythm of your life, you know my heart beats every time I see you, you know my heart is looking for you where it beats..."

The music ended and the dance ende d.

Rowan and Elena hugged each other again, closer than ever before.

The girl stroked Rowan's jaw with her fingers, feeling the real heat and touch, and suddenly laughed softly "There is no partition of the confessional this time."

"...yes."

In front of this passionate girl, Rowan couldn't pretend for some reason.

Feeling this, Elena smiled even more "What's the name of this song?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll leave it to you to name it."

Rowan caught a glimpse of the figure approaching aggressively from the corner of his eye and loosened his hold on Elena.

Seeing her angry adoptive father, Elena finally realized that this was a party. The passionate and free-spirited girl turned back into the dignified and reserved lady.

"you..."

Don Rafael Montero walked closer and glared at them, looking as if he was suppressing the urge to swear.

He was trying to bring them together j ust now, but he would still be very angry if he really saw it.

It's very contradictory.

Rowan gave him an excuse very skillfully "This is the most popular flamenco dance in Madrid."

"I'm sorry Mr. Montero, I have to take a break and your daughter is a lively dancing partner."

"Lively...thank you for your subtle and elegant choice of words."

Don Rafael Montero glared at Elena.

And he said he could dance all night... Elena glanced at Rowan provocatively and teasingly, put her hands on her abdomen, and walked away with the reserved steps of a lady.

Don Rafael Montero looked at his daughter's back, his anger had subsided, and he said helplessly "I hope you don't mind if it's offensive."

"No, no, there's absolutely no need to apologize."

Rowan smiled and said "She is just young and impulsive, but her beauty is so unparalleled that I couldn't help myself."

'You are young and impulsive, can't you help yourself...'

Don Rafael Montero snorted and turned and strode away.

"Mr. Montero."

Rowan followed him and called out to him, "As Her Majesty the Queen's financial advisor, I would be happy to introduce her to you."

Don Rafael Montero looked at him for a long time, and finally smiled "Please follow me to the courtyard. I want to share something with you."

Rowan realized that this was old Zorro's goal.

He pretended to be confused and asked, "What is that?"

"A... foresight of future developments."

Don Rafael Montero's look was meaningful.

Rowan nodded. "My pleasure."

As Rowan followed Montero away, he met old Zorro in the crowd.

Rowan nodded slightly.

I was just flirting with my father-in-la w's daughter right under his nose, I had to give him a hint.

I have to divert my father-in-law's attention.

Old Zorro did notice it, and lowered his head in understanding.

After they left, old Zorro looked at their backs and smiled.

"The nobles of California."

Meeting room.

Don Rafael Montero spoke to the nobles who had been summoned "We all remember the glorious days of Spain, when the nobles had both wealth and power. At that time, when we issued a call, there were always countless people who responded and echoed."

"We are the masters of this land!"

"But there is one thing we can't do, and that is decide our own future."

Don Rafael Montero looked at the nobles and said, "Now, gentlemen, the time has come."

He drew back the curtain.

A huge map appeared in front of everyone.

Don Rafael Montero stands in front of the map.

He opened his arms, full of vigor and enthusiasm, and shouted "This is the independent Republic of California!"