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"It really feels off. When I choose a dance partner, I don't care about height, looks, or background; I just need to feel that it's the right person," Monroe said with a slight smile, her tone serious.
"Hmph, then I want to see who you choose as your partner tonight," Bowen Delson replied, though he felt displeased. Seeing Monroe's gentle demeanor, he couldn't let go of his gentlemanly manners.
Twice, Monroe had touched someone's palm only to retract her hand immediately. Could it really be a matter of feeling?
At this point, other noble young men began to wipe their palms, hoping their touch would be right.
Monroe tried again but ultimately withdrew her hand after touching another's palm. In the corner, Jiang Lu watched this scene with a puzzled expression.
"Brother, what is she doing? Is it some kind of quirk? While others look for chemistry, she looks for a feeling in the hands?"
"Everyone has their own preferences; it's nothing unusual," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
"That's quite unconventional," Jiang Lu said, feeling speechless. In the Great Thousand World, there truly was no end to the peculiarities.
Monroe continued to test the feel of each hand but found none that stirred her heart; all felt wrong.
"Count Smithan, what's going on here? At this rate, your daughter will have no dance partner tonight. Is she going to dance alone?" Mengli Delson said coldly. This elderly lady was proud and displeased that her grandson had not been chosen by Monroe. As one of the most prominent families in the world, they could not afford to lose face.
It was acceptable for Monroe not to choose a partner tonight, but if she did, it must be her grandson Bowen Delson.
"Madam Meng Li, let Monroe choose first. If in the end she really has no one left to pick from, I'll ensure she chooses your grandson," Count Smithan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Mengli Delson's stern face softened slightly.
"I think she's tried enough already. All the quality young talents have been handled by your daughter. As for this feeling thing, there's no need to continue testing. If word gets out, it won't look good. Let my grandson Bowen be Monroe's partner; they are quite well-matched," Mengli Delson stated.
"Then we shall follow your wishes, Madam Meng Li," Count Smithan replied while glancing around. He felt a bit regretful; they had tested all the suitable candidates. The remaining ones were likely even less fitting. Settling for Bowen Delson seemed reasonable since he was still a descendant of the Delson Family and had decent lineage.
"Monroe, no need to try anymore; just choose Bowen as your dance partner," Count Smithan announced loudly.
Upon hearing this, Bowen Delson's previously unhappy expression brightened with a smile; what was his would always be his.
"Wait a moment." Monroe was not ready to give up and continued testing the hands of several noble young men. Yet again, none made her "heart flutter." Just as she was about to concede and follow her father's suggestion of settling for less, she caught sight of Jiang Chen out of the corner of her eye.
A Huaxia person among this group of Great Britain noble young men naturally stood out. If Jiang Chen hadn't been deliberately standing in the corner, Monroe would have noticed him much earlier.
Seeing Monroe look over at him, Jiang Chen did not shy away; their eyes met and Monroe's expression shifted slightly. Just moments ago, she seemed to sense an unusual aura emanating from Jiang Chen, but now it had vanished.
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