Zachary looked down and could not help laughing. "This means that we are meant for each other!"
"No." Isabella shook her head. "I can dress like a lantern, but my man can't."
"Come home with me tonight, will you?"
Zachary was attracted by Isabella's cunning and cute appearance, and his eyes were filled with affection. He pouted and acted like a spoiled child, "I promise to serve you well. You'll see if I am your type."
Isabella did not like the lecherous Zachary. However, Zachary's lust was direct and pure. Generally, he would ask if he felt like having sex.
He was at least better than those who pretended to be a gentleman but backstabbed.
Isabella saw that he had been politely inviting her to dance from the beginning, and in such a situation, she thought that she should not offend such a powerful person like him, so she perfunctorily answered it and agreed to dance with him.