Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 161: Dance with Isabella

During the gala evening, Kaiser’s gaze lingered on Kris’s fiancée.

She held a glass of champagne barely tilted between her slender fingers. At barely eighteen years old, she already exuded that aura of maturity typical of a duke’s daughter.

When she slightly turned her head to reply to Kris, the light from the chandeliers slid over her emerald-green hair, cut in a trixie cut. A few strands brushed her nape, highlighting the delicate and vulnerable curve of her neck.

Her deep green corsage, tailored in velvet, stretched over her chest. The inverted V neckline, held by thin golden straps adorned with stylized acanthus leaves, offered a glimpse of her round breasts.

The dress, slit up to mid-thigh on the left leg, revealed warm and smooth skin. A thin golden chain encircled her waist before plunging into the hollow of her lower back, emphasizing the arch of her spine and the roundness of her hips. Her irises were yellow-green, glancing around. In the back, the dress was held by two thin crossed golden chains that descended to the beginning of her buttocks.

’She really is a beauty... That Kris was lucky... Well, not for long.’

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"I must say, that dress suits you perfectly," murmured a soft voice, so close that Isabella felt the breath against her ear.

When she turned, she saw Kaiser standing behind her. His hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a dark suit, further enhancing his usual charismatic appearance. A slight blush rose to Isabella’s cheeks, then an embarrassed smile lit up her face.

"Thank you," she replied, delicately grasping the folds of her dress to give him a slight curtsy. "I return the compliment, by the way. You look far more charming than usual."

Before Kaiser could reply, the first notes of a waltz suddenly filled the room. Immediately, the guests began converging toward the dance floor, forming graceful couples. Without hesitation, Kaiser extended his hand toward Isabella, palm offered.

"May I take the liberty of inviting this noble lady to grant this dance to a lowly wretch such as myself?"

Isabella brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a low laugh.

"It would be deeply impolite of me to refuse a proposal coming from the handsome Kaiser himself," she replied, eyes sparkling.

She then placed her hand in his. From the very first step, their movements synchronized naturally. They glided across the parquet with an elegance that irresistibly drew eyes, creating a circle of surprised murmurs in their wake. Kaiser, for his part, seemed indifferent to this audience.

"I had no idea you were such an accomplished dancer. It’s a pleasant surprise," Isabella remarked after a moment, as he guided her with firm pressure.

"I remain a member of the nobility, despite appearances," he replied, the sketch of a smile on his lips. "I possess a certain number of refinements, even if they are not always visible."

Isabella studied him for a few seconds, her expression serious, before letting out another smile, more genuine this time.

"Is this lady perhaps succumbing to my charm?" Kaiser whispered, moving imperceptibly closer, reducing the space between them.

"Don’t be ridiculous," she retorted, without breaking the dance’s flow, her own smile unwavering. "You should keep your distance; I am already engaged." Her gaze briefly turned away to scan the crowd of onlookers. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"You should know better, Isabella," Kaiser said, following her gaze toward the sea of observing faces. "I couldn’t care less what people think."

"Tch..." She clicked her tongue with feigned irritation, but her hand did not withdraw from his, and their steps remained perfectly in sync.

The room shone with a thousand lights. The orchestra’s music enveloped the couples twirling at the center of the floor. Isabella and Kaiser danced together, their steps perfectly synchronized. A few meters away, Prince Adrian watched the scene, glass of wine in hand. He smiled so broadly that his eyes appeared even darker.

"It looks like someone is about to go mad," Kaiser murmured in a sarcastic tone. He cast a furtive glance toward Adrian without slowing the waltz’s rhythm.

Isabella followed his gaze. She saw the prince standing motionless near a marble column, Adrian’s face amused. But everyone who knew Adrian even a little knew that when he smiled, he was even more irritated and unstable.

"Who’s fault is that?" she replied calmly. "You should be much more careful."

She let out a slight sigh, as if to dispel an unpleasant thought.

Kaiser did not reply. He simply tightened his grip slightly on Isabella’s waist, just enough to guide her into a wider turn. She took a discreet step back, careful to maintain a respectable distance. Rumors spread quickly in these circles.

They continued dancing in silence for a few measures. Then, without warning, Kaiser spoke.

"Your eyes are truly magnificent."

Isabella felt heat rise to her cheeks. She immediately turned her head to the side, fixing an invisible point in the distance. Her lips pursed slightly.

Kaiser smiled inwardly. To him, the mother and daughter resembled each other greatly on this precise point. Duchess Donoghan and her daughter Isabella were both romantics at heart. They loved men who knew how to speak of love, who offered sweet words and tender gestures. Duke Randal only thought about his training. Prince Julius spent his days in the Holy Cathedral. Kaiser, on the other hand, had understood very well what they expected. He intended to enter that category, no matter the cost.

With Isabella, a gradual approach would suffice. By approaching her consistently and playing the sensitive man, he would gradually win her trust. For Duchess Donoghan, however, he would need a more radical strategy: break her mentally, then appear as the one who would save her from the darkness. Only after that ordeal could he fully seize her heart.

As they sketched another turn, Isabella broke the silence.

"I heard you concluded an agreement with Princess Olivia," she said, trying to bring the conversation back to more formal ground.

Kaiser shook his head: "You really want to talk business now, while I’m lost in contemplation of your eyes? What a lack of romance."

A faint smile brushed Isabella’s lips, but she persisted. "Let’s be serious. I learned that a portal has just opened... but scouts reportedly spotted traces... Those of the Pendragon Espadon."

Kaiser’s mind sharpened instantly, although his expression remained nonchalant. The sword forged with the bone of a true dragon during the Millennial War, the legendary weapon of the first Pendragon... Such a relic, if discovered by Godwin. If he discovers this information and gets his hands on it, he will reach unimaginable heights. That must absolutely not happen.

"A rank S rift, I presume?" he asked, his voice tinged with false nonchalance.

"Yes. And we must act quickly, before others are informed. I cannot bring the entire faction. A small, discreet team would be more effective."

Kaiser nodded slowly. "Prince Adrian cannot be absent, however. His absence would raise too many questions."

"I agree," Isabella conceded. "But time is pressing. Can you prepare yourself to help us?"

"That will depend on Princess Olivia," Kaiser replied, his gaze turning calculating again. "My agreement with her takes precedence. If she gives her assent, then I will accompany you. Otherwise, you will have to find another ally."

Suddenly the final note of the waltz faded. A suspended silence, then applause from the audience erupted, saluting the orchestra. Around them, couples separated. Kaiser and Isabella, however, remained motionless for one more instant, face to face in the center of the emptying floor. Kaiser’s hand left his partner’s waist.

"You dance with remarkable grace," he declared, his low voice betraying only a slight alteration in his breath.

Isabella slightly averted her gaze, an almost imperceptible gesture. "You are too kind. The ease of your guidance makes it effortless."

She then inclined her head in a concise curtsy, a movement both courteous and distant.

"Thank you for this dance," he continued, bowing in turn.

"There is no need to thank me," she replied, raising her eyes to meet his. "The pleasure was entirely mine."

They moved away from the dance floor like that, while the orchestra began a lighter tune, marking the official start of the next interlude.