All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Capture Lucas’ attention? Impossible!Lucas would never take Amelia onto the dance floor.Damian’s stare locked onto Amelia, his grip on the wine glass tightening until the skin across his knuckles blanched.The crowd's expressions were a blend of longing, malice, and covetousness. Several high-society women shared Eve’s sentiment. They imagined Lucas had shifted his preferences, now seeking female company, which allowed those two daring women to claim their moment.Convinced that Lucas had agreed to dance with her, Lorraine felt a rush of elation, nearly breaking into an unrestrained grin beneath the silver mask.If she secured Lucas’ interest, what weight would Desmond carry? In heritage, looks, physique, and business acumen, Lucas was unmatched.Lorraine let her mind drift to her imaginary future life. With Lucas enchanted by her, she wouldn't need to tolerate Xavier’s disapproval or pursue the aloof Desmond. She could crush anyone who dared treat her with disdain, as if grinding a

Then, without warning, another figure burst onto the scene, leaping into view and sweeping onto the floor to join the fray.A sharp intake of breath swept through the crowd, freezing their expressions in stunned disbelief, as if the very air had turned to ice.It was already a spectacle when three men vied for the attention of one woman, but now, with four, the scene bordered on the surreal.As those figures moved across the dance floor, the guests stared in astonishment, jaws slack in disbelief. It took them a moment to snap back to reality.“This is incredible! How does that woman command such attention? Who exactly is she?"“I almost pity Mr. Sullivan, being the only one without a mask. And he has to fend off three men."“The man in the dark purple suit, could that be Desmond? If I recall correctly, he was dressed in that very shade tonight."“Wow! Here's a thought. Could it be that all of them chose purple suits to match the woman's evening gown?"“No chance! That must be a coincid

Amelia decided Damian wasn't worth her time and continued scanning the banquet hall. Her brows furrowed, puzzled at how quickly Terrence had vanished. In only a short span, he had disappeared entirely from sight. She didn't know what he was plotting, but instinct told her his intentions went beyond competing with Lucas for her favor.Earlier, she had noticed Desmond and Eugene join the stir on the dance floor alongside Terrence. Though their faces were hidden behind masks, she had recognized them instantly. They, too, had slipped away swiftly, leaving no trace.Failing to find Terrence after a brief search, Amelia shifted her focus to locating Lorraine. They had struck a wager, if she succeeded in inviting Lucas to dance, Lorraine would have to leave the birthday banquet immediately. Before long, her eyes fell on a figure trying to sneak away, and she hastened after her.Meanwhile, in the middle of the dance floor, Damian caught sight of Amelia’s hurried exit, a faint smirk playing at

Yet, here Amelia stood, speaking to Lucas as though they were equals, even with an air that threatened to eclipse his own. The guests couldn't help but wonder if she was more prestigious than Lucas.“Go ahead," Lucas said, his tone as cold as ever. He gave no sign of familiarity with Amelia, his manner detached and reserved.Lucas knew Amelia wouldn't want anyone to suspect they were acquainted, and he naturally wouldn't disappoint her. Her wishes would be respected completely.“Miss Reynolds and I made a wager earlier. We agreed that whoever succeeded in inviting you to dance would have the other leave the birthday banquet at once." Amelia’s voice was steady and unhurried as her eyes slid to Lorraine, still lying on the floor. "Now that I've won, I request Miss Reynolds to honor the wager."The guests exchanged glances, surprise rippling through them. So that was the reason for all this, it had been a bet over inviting Lucas to dance.Several young socialites felt a pang of regret. If

Margot, however, was quietly studying Amelia, her gaze sweeping over the young woman with careful subtlety. So this was the woman Lucas had fallen for. She was, without a doubt, striking, beautiful, elegant, and self-possessed. More than that, her very presence seemed to match Lucas’, neither overshadowing nor diminishing him.Margot had no clue what type of girl Lucas favored. She had always assumed he was drawn to women who were gentle and unassuming. But now it was clear, he had chosen someone with a commanding air. If Amelia were to stand beside Lucas, their presence would balance perfectly, each enhancing the other.Margot's mind lingered on her assessment, even to the point of imagining how things might turn out if Amelia and Lucas ever clashed. The thought amused her so much that she let out a quiet chuckle.Yet, mindful that Amelia’s painting might seem pale next to Eyes from Heaven, Margot turned to give a calm instruction.“Lola, go and collect the painting Miss Brown brought