Chapter 86: Reminder

Chapter 86: Reminder

Klein immediately moved his gaze away from Madam Wilma Gladys and looked instead toward the nearby carrot cake, cream muffins, and other desserts, as well as the roast chicken, stewed lamb, seared ribeye steak, Desi-style grilled fish, and other foods placed not far from them.

He swallowed almost imperceptibly, forced himself to withdraw his gaze, and prepared to invite Madam Mary for the second dance.

As the host, he could not be absent from the first three dances. Therefore, he could only temporarily make himself forget his hunger and forget the delicious food over there.

At that moment, Wilma Gladys, whose belly was already very obvious, walked to the place where the cups of ice cream had been set out. She stretched out a hand, then drew it back.

“Do you want some?” Her husband, Dr. Alan, had not gone to dance the opening dance and was still following beside his pregnant wife.

Wilma Gladys shook her head solemnly.

“No. I do not want to eat it. I am pregnant, and ice cream is not good for me.

“However, the little one in my belly seems to want a taste. Just a little.”

Dr. Alan gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Then have a taste. Leave the rest to me.”

Wilma instantly revealed an irrepressible smile.

“You really spoil the child too much!”

She did not object. She watched as her husband picked up a cup of spherical ice cream from the surrounding ice.

After enjoying two spoonfuls, Wilma closed her eyes briefly and forcefully moved her gaze away. She looked toward a few madams who had not gone to dance the first dance and discovered that they were quietly chatting about something, smiling with ambiguous expressions. From time to time, they covered their mouths with their hands and giggled.

What interesting thing are they talking about?

Curiosity immediately rose in Wilma. After saying something to her husband Alan, she walked toward them.

Yet those madams soon dispersed, seemingly waiting for the second dance.

Wilma felt disappointed. She turned to the only beautiful young lady who remained in place and asked, “Do you know what they were talking about just now?”

“I am not interested in their topics,” Hazel said, glancing at the pregnant woman beside her.

She did not accuse the other party’s question of being somewhat impolite, because pregnant madams always had certain privileges.

Only then did Wilma notice that Hazel, with her dark-green hair, was holding a glass of champagne and looked as though she did not wish to be invited to dance.

She has a kind of pride that comes from deep inside. Even when she looked toward that baroness, she only maintained the most basic politeness… That is a likable quality. The problem is that she treats everyone this way, and she is too cold… Perhaps she is currently in what Emperor Roselle called the “rebellious phase”?

As a secondary school teacher, Wilma could not help evaluating her inwardly. Then she tactfully widened the distance between herself and Hazel, searching for familiar ladies and madams with whom to chat.

After finishing the opening three dances, Klein finally obtained a brief gap in which he could eat a little food and drink a glass of sweet iced tea with ice in it to quench his thirst. This was a Desi specialty he had deliberately instructed the kitchen to prepare.

Due to the influence of the Death Knell revolver, he drank slightly more than usual. After exchanging only a few casual words with Bishop Elektra, he apologized and left for the washroom.

In truth, he could still hold on for at least three dances. But he felt that since the Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin, had suddenly arrived, perhaps He wanted to communicate something with him. Therefore, he took the initiative to look for a suitable empty environment.

Although He is an unborn fetus and was brought here passively, if He did not wish to see me, there must be at least a hundred ways for Him to stop His mother from going out… In short, I will try first…

While muttering…