Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 783

"Really? It tastes more like a cocktail to me. It's got that sweet and tangy thing going on, with a hint of peach." Grace's cheeks had already turned a rosy hue, her eyes sparkling as she studied Murray, tilting her head slightly. "Don't you like it?"

Murray shrugged, not committing to an answer.

Grace didn't seem to mind. She poured herself another glass, keeping the vibe light and carefree.

The change in scenery, along with the music setting the mood, seemed to put Murray at ease; his expression softened, and his mood seemed to lift a little.

So when Grace started talking, Murray didn't let the conversation lag this time. It was nice not to feel like she was performing a solo act.

Just then, the beat around them picked up, the lights flashing in vibrant patterns, and the crowd on the dance floor began to groove with the rhythm, bodies swaying freely.

Grace's eyes lit up, caught in the infectious energy. She impulsively grabbed Murray's hand. "Let's dance! Come on, it'll be fun!"

She seemed a bit tipsy, her expression slightly dazed, but her eyes were bright and earnest. Murray felt a tug at his heart, and he let her lead him onto the dance floor.

Grace wasn't much of a dancer, just moving instinctively to the music. Her lack of coordination was endearing, and Murray found himself chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Grace pouted.

His grin widened, teasingly.

She huffed, "Hey, not fair! If I'm going to look silly, you're going to join me!"

Fueled by the buzz of alcohol, Grace boldly took Murray's hand, moving to the beat with carefree abandon.

Seeing no irritation in his eyes, she grew bolder, spinning around with his hand in hers.

Murray, not particularly enthused, remained relaxed but didn't stop her.

At first, Grace was a bit nervous, but soon she was lost in the music, until their eyes met—

The lights danced in a kaleidoscope of colors, the music thrumming through the air.

Whether Murray bought her excuse or not, he just chuckled softly, turning to leave the dance floor.

He called over a waiter, settled the bill, and strode out of the bar.

Grace watched him go, a mix of frustration and determination flaring up inside her. She clenched her fists, biting her lip, and hurried after him.

She refused to believe anyone was truly unapproachable, impervious to charm.

If there was, it was either the wrong approach, or not enough persistence.

And fortunately, she had both in spades.

Murray might dodge once, but what about twice, thrice… countless times?

Ha, aren't all men the same in the end?