Chapter 179: Dancing in the Blue Rain, Romantic Until Death
Little did they know, at that very moment, heated discussions had already begun online.
The trending topic #York Pursuing Mysterious Woman# shot straight to the top of the charts.
The accompanying image was a side profile shot.
The two stood together, the woman extending her slender hand to catch the blue rain falling from above, while York beside her leaned down to look at her with a smile.
The woman was very slim. York stood beside her, blocking her face, making it impossible to see who she was.
But the wind blew up her blue dress and long hair. The man and woman standing together under this carefully prepared blue romance looked like a perfect couple.
Following this high-definition camera shot was a live photo.
This live photo was even better—the blue rain was animated, and the doting expression on the man's face as he smiled down while the woman reached out her arm was crystal clear.
She was looking at the surprise he created for her; he was looking at her.
The internet immediately erupted in heated discussion.
People kept guessing who this mysterious woman could be.
To captivate York, who had never shown interest in women before!
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The blue rain continued to fall. Amelia looked at the blue "rainwater" on her hands.
After a moment, a large hand reached over, holding a slightly damp handkerchief.
Amelia blinked and saw York carefully wiping her hands.
He wiped each finger one by one, carefully cleaning off all the blue.
Then his hand replaced the handkerchief, once again holding her hand tightly.
Amelia looked at their clasped hands but didn't pull away.
"Come with me," he said, then led Amelia through the area until they reached a pavilion.
The blue rain kept falling. He released her hand.
Light, romantic music began playing around them.
He bowed.
"May I have this dance?" York asked with a smile.
He extended his hand, looking at her hopefully.
For some reason, Amelia felt a slight sting in her nose.
"Okay," she said, suppressing her emotions as she placed her hand in his palm.
He gripped her hand tightly.
Supporting her waist, he led her in a graceful dance in the pavilion.
Soft lights glowed above the pavilion. She rested her hand on his shoulder, and when she looked up, she saw his eyes gazing at her.
He was smiling, but those eyes were unfathomably deep.
Outside, blue rain fell. Inside the pavilion, only a single lamp cast their shadows long across the floor.
The music was quiet. As it played, they slowly turned, step by step.
There was a sense of tranquil romance.
The wind gently blew, lifting her hair. The scent of her perfume drifted, making his eyes darken slightly.
She looked at his eyes, feeling something strange. Her gaze shifted slightly, following from his eyes to his prominent nose, to his lips that curved up when he smiled...
Amelia made herself stop. She couldn't look anymore.
"Have we met before?" So Amelia asked softly, changing the subject as she held his shoulder. "Not in business settings, but somewhere else?"
"Yes," York replied with a smile. "But mostly just brief encounters. You probably didn't notice me."
"I see." Amelia blinked and nodded gently.
After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Then, can you tell me when those times were?"
York smiled. "That would be a long story. I'd like to save it for another time we meet."
Then he added another question: "Is that okay?"
Amelia nodded. Since he had a plan, she wouldn't force him to tell her.
As the music gradually approached its end, they slowly stopped dancing.
Finally, they stood under the pavilion, looking at each other.
The feeling was a bit strange, a bit awkward.
Silence lasted about three seconds.
Then Amelia couldn't help but laugh.
York laughed too.
For no particular reason, they both laughed so hard they could barely stand.
In the end, York had to support Amelia to keep her steady, or she would have twisted her ankle in those heels.
"Let's go sit over there," he said. "I've prepared some drinks. We can have some while watching the sea."
"Okay." Amelia nodded, wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, and followed York to a nearby table. She took a drink, tasted it, and confirmed it had little alcohol content. So the two of them leaned against the pavilion, enjoying the breeze and chatting casually.
On the other side, the reporters disguised as staff members were absolutely stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
They looked at the cameras in their hands, then at the two people over there.
Looking at each other back and forth.
"If I'm not mistaken, the woman next to York is Amelia!"
As if to confirm, he said again, "The one who just publicly divorced a few days ago—William's ex-wife, Amelia!"
The other reporter beside him swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. "You're not wrong. I saw it too. That's Amelia."
"And..." The person looked at his camera, his hands sweating. "We got photos of them!"
His voice trembled. "Should we ask if they want to buy them? If they do, this could be worth a lot of money!"
With that, he wanted to go ask York.
Fortunately, the other person was a bit more rational. He said, "They're on a date right now. If you go over there, won't he kill you?"
"First, release some photos from angles that don't show her face online as a teaser, showing we have the goods. Then ask Otis and them if they want to buy. I bet their family knows. If Otis can't decide, wait until tomorrow to find York. Either way, we can't disturb them now."
The other person nodded hard.
So, before long, a clip was released online.
In a small pavilion with blue rain falling, a man and woman danced gracefully to music.
Although the tricky camera angle prevented a clear view of the woman's face, from her skin, her slender yet graceful figure, and her flowing dance steps, one could tell she was extremely beautiful.
But that wasn't even the main thing. The main thing was York's gaze when he looked at her—it could only be described as completely captivated by her.
Countless people cursed the pillar blocking the woman's face—"Someone move that pillar!"
And countless netizens heatedly discussed—"Who is this woman who has York so completely enchanted!"
While the internet was in heated discussion, William's phone vibrated.
William looked down to see a message from Harold.
"Latest gossip about York and the mysterious woman! Check it out!"
Harold had thrown several links directly into the chat.
William recalled the scene of running into York at the toy store that day, and what York had said.
He clicked on the links and saw these trending topics, along with the live photos in the posts, and that short video of the two dancing in the rain.
He frowned slightly. He felt that this woman's figure looked very familiar.