Substitute Groom: Married To An Enemy novel Chapter 11

At that moment the master of ceremonies announced to the guest to dance while the orchestra was playing music.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance tonight?" Denver smiled charmingly and lifted his hand.

Moriah took his hand, and Denver brought her to the dance floor.

Ethan quietly seethed in anger when he saw Moriah's gown was backless. He specifically told the stylist what he wants for Moriah's gown, how dare they disobey his order.

"I love to dance Ethan, can we dance?" Hazel fondly stroked Ethan's arm.

Ethan steered her towards the dance floor near Moriah.

As Moriah was swirled by Denver, she caught sight of Ethan dancing with Hazel. A strange emotion pricked her heart. She frowned as she couldn't tell what she felt seeing her husband dance with another woman. Their bodies were too close to each other like they were stuck together.

She looked away and focused on Denver. She could feel the warmth of his hand at her back when he brought her closer to him with his hand over her back.

"You look so beautiful," Denver said as she looked intently at her, his eyes full of adoration.

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," Moriah blushed, lots of people told her that she's beautiful, however she can't get used to it. She was bashful whenever she heard people compliment her beauty.

"You look more beautiful when you're shy," Denver said, chuckling.

Ethan heard what Denver told as they were close to Moriah and Denver.

Ethan pulled Hazel a little closer, leaning Hazel's head over his chest. Moriah saw it, but disregarded it. Ethan was livid looking at his unfazed wife.

Denver held Moriah's hand as they moved away from the dance floor when the song ended.

Several men requested a dance from Moriah, but politely refused each one. She scanned the crowd looking for Cindy but she was nowhere to be found.

Moriah walked towards the bar to get a drink when Denver excused himself to speak to someone. Moriah halted when she heard Hazel call her.

"Hi doctor," she greeted and smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. Moriah knew that her smile was fake.

"Hi," she gave her a faint smile.

"I'm surprised that you also have a colorful life apart from the four walls of the boring hospital you work at. I'm impressed that you can carry a gown well apart from the scrub suit you wear everyday," Hazel complimented her but her tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Thank you and please excuse me, I have to get a drink," Moriah said and went to the bar, not wanting to waste her time with a person like her.

Hazel followed Moriah. "Speaking of which, doctor, are you stalking my boyfriend?" Stop stalking him, you're just wasting your time. You're not his type," Hazel said with startling frankness.

"Haha," Moriah chuckled softly. "Mr Miller was not even my type," Moriah left at once after finishing her sentence, giving Hazel no room to speak.

Little did Moriah know that Ethan overheard what she said, which caused the latter to clench his jaw.

Moriah felt the hatred hidden within every word Hazel uttered. As always, she never caved in and fought back. Especially where men are involved. All the more, she won't fight for Ethan. It's not worth the trouble.

Taking the wine glass from the bar counter, Moriah stayed in a corner and phoned Cindy.

"Hello, where are you? '' Moriah asked.

"I'm in my apartment, I've got a fever and a cold," Cindy sneezed.

"I'll go there," Moriah was concerned about her friend's well being.

When they were still in that apartment, Cindy would take care of her every time she got sick. This is her time to look after her.

"No, you can't, I won't let you get sick," she said, coughing.

"Do you need me to get you something to eat or something you need?" Moriah anxiously asked.

"No need, I'll call you if I need something," Cindy said in bouts of coughing.

'Alright, get well soon. Goodnight,"