Chapter 23

I was blessed because of what he taught me. I indeed have a wound but I don't think he noticed it. Because earlier before we came back here, I was slightly sick because of the pain I was feeling in my leg and I thought that he didn't even notice it. After all, he was able to leave me walking because he even complained that I was slow!

"Come on, Bryce. When did you start being a writer and creating stories?” Sir Brandon asked with a laugh but his son ignored him and only looked at my hand that was still in the air while Ivan's hand was the same and when we both looked at it together we were ashamed of what we had recovered.

"I-I have a w-wound on my ankle," I said so Sir Brandon stopped laughing. "I'm sorry. I can't dance with you.” I smiled bitterly at Ivan after rejecting him.

"It's okay. I'm looking forward to more events of Huxley, so maybe there I can have a dance with you.”

My answer to him was just a nod and then I looked at him until he completely disappeared from my sight.