Chapter 195:
He stepped out of the car very gentlemanly and opened the door for me.
Once I was inside, I noticed that Klein was looking at me.
“How do I look?” I asked.
“Very pretty!” Klein praised.
“I hope I don’t lower your image.”
I replied with a smile. On the way to the party, Klein seemed very nervous. His hands were often tugging at his tie.
This was the first time I had seen Klein so anxious.
Maybe it was Mr. Reina’s party today? After all, Mr. Reina was a very authoritative person, so it was understandable that Klein would be a little nervous. I thought to myself.
Soon, we arrived at Mr. Reina’s house. It was a large villa in the suburbs, covering an area of about 1,000 square meters. The building was very luxurious, a clear reflection of the owner’s status.
By now, night had fallen, and the villa was ablaze with lights. Luxury cars filled the garden, and it seemed like all the upper-class people in the city had arrived.
As we got out of the car, I started to feel a little nervous.
I had never attended such a formal event and didn’t know the etiquette of the upper class. I worried that I would make a fool of myself.
But actually, it didn’t matter if I embarrassed myself. What I was truly worried about was losing face for Klein. After all, he had brought me here.
Klein walked in front of me, smiling as he extended his left arm toward me.
I stretched out my hand and wrapped it around his arm. Together, we walked into the manor. Klein patted the back of my hand and tried to comfort me.
“Don’t be too nervous. You can relax a bit. I’ll be with you.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but frown. I looked up and met his bright eyes, feeling a strange sensation…
Bella’s POV:
Although Klein’s arm was strong, I still felt that it wasn’t quite the same as Herbert’s strength. Klein’s words were warm, but they didn’t offer the same sense of security that Herbert’s had when he consoled me.
Thinking about it, I shook my head hard. Why was I still thinking about that bastard? I should have completely forgotten about him. Yet, despite telling myself that, I couldn’t help but touch my lips and remember the forced kiss from a few days ago.
Soon, we stepped onto the red carpet and walked into the entrance of the villa.
A couple, probably in their 60s, stood at the door to welcome the guests. The man, who looked strong and dignified, must have been Mr. Reina. Although his hair was white, his posture and presence were impressive. The woman next to him wore a dark red silk dress and a ruby necklace, exuding both elegance and nobility. The two of them seemed incredibly loving, and their affection made me feel a sense of longing.
When Klein and I approached, he bowed courteously and smiled.
“Mr. Reina, I wish you and your wife good health!”
“Thank you, Klein. But I haven’t seen this lady before,” Mrs. Reina said, her gaze turning to me.
Her eyes were sharp, and as they settled on me, I instinctively lowered my head. Although her smile was gentle, her strong aura created a feeling of pressure.
