Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

You Want to Dance?

As the situation between the two men stiffened and raised sharp gazes at each other. The invited guests began to whisper, which actually added to the chaos.

Renata inched more and more to the back of Mr. J's body. He deeply disliked this feeling of fear, his body trembling without heeding the orders of his brain not to be afraid of the gray-eyed man. Renata believes that the fear he feels is just a feeling from Angel's body. He tried his best not to let those feelings take away his control.

Renata has to fight this fear, because he who has overcome his fear will be completely free.

Together with Renata who was trying to fight fear, the situation between Mr. J and Aslan grew tense.

"What's this mood?" Aslan asked in a deliberately hardened tone, it seemed like he wanted everyone to hear it, "I told you I just wanted to say hello and congratulate you on your marriage."

"Go, Aslan. Just keep the congratulations you want to say" Mr. J said with a slow hissing.

Prok... Prok...

Aslan clapped his hands with a shitty expression.

Afterwards the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Is this how a CEO of the company number one on his invited guests? And I came here to fulfill the invitation you sent me, and you casually told me to leave after I came. Did you embarrass me on purpose, damn it!"

At once all whispers did not like the attitude of Mr. J who seemed to disrespect his guests, assuming that the man was too arrogant.

"Why is Jefra Tjong so arrogant?"

"Indeed it's not appropriate for him to treat the Allansky family's son like that."

"Is this a love triangle?"

"Treating Jefra Tjong is outrageous."

"Yes, go on, Aslan. Make his image fall, fall, fall" Sienna who saw him smiling triumphantly, his plan went as he wished. He had indeed intentionally invited Aslan to make this kind of commotion.

While Aslan considers if the invitation he received was from Jefra Tjong himself. Aslan thought that Mr. J had deliberately heated himself up by inviting him. He was so upset about it, and his frustration grew even more because Mr. J told him to leave.

Without Aslan knowing, he was just being pitted against the sheep by Sienna.

Mr. J was just a flat expression as if he did not care what Aslan said.

"Why do you shut up, Jefra Tjong? Don't you want to apologize to me for doing so? Just because you're the most powerful person doesn't mean you can demean me!" cerca Aslan's.

"Aren't you really that low and pathetic" Mr. J replied with a word that made Aslan rise in blood.

"Damn it! Didn't your dead mother ever teach you how to respect other people, huh?" hardik Aslan is getting worse.

Mr. J tightened his jaw because Aslan offended his mother. Then his hands clenched intending to throw a punch.

Yet.

Plaques

Everyone was wide-eyed when Renata slapped Aslan on the cheek. So did the man who got a slap, looking so surprised that his eyes bulged like he wanted to come out. While Mr. J was also no less surprised, but his wife looked very scared of Aslan.

That was because Renata had already managed to fight back against her fear.

Renata looked at Aslan with a dead red face. The fear that he felt had evaporated, and was replaced with an anger because the man had already suppressed his Jefra with inappropriate words.

"Angel you slapped me?" Aslan asked in a quivering tone, completely unconcerned by what he had gotten from the girl he loved.

"You deserve it, you can say that to my husband. How do you want to be appreciated, if you're just being disrespectful to others" Renata said.

"Yes, no wonder Jefra Tjong is like that."

"His words were outrageous, anyway."

"His behavior is disrespectful."

"Everyone must have been wrong but try introspection first, maybe he himself is wrong."

"Did she come here on purpose just to mess with this wedding?"

"I heard that the Tjong family and the Allansky family did not get along."

"Why did he come here?"

Everyone turned to blame Aslan.

Aslan's tongue suddenly complained, unable to reply to what Renata said. Guilt towards the girl suddenly appeared. Especially seeing the anger on Renata's pretty face.

"Angel, I.." the words Reason wanted to say seemed to be stuck in the throat. He wanted to apologize to the girl.

"I what?" rennata asked still not changing her expression.

Aslan was silent. Say he's a coward.

"Master," said a man with a black formal suit──Dannils, Aslan's right-hand secretary.

Dannils approached and whispered to Aslan, advising that his Master should leave, at this time the situation was not on Aslan's side. If this continues, the name Aslan will be bad.

Then Aslan turned around with a troubled feeling.

"Indeed I shouldn't be afraid of him, it turns out that at the same time he was even afraid of me" said Renata as she looked at Aslan's back away but could still be heard by Mr. J.

"Why are you afraid of him? Aslan was just a coward who did not dare to apologize when he consciously made a mistake" J said in a flat-sounding tone.

Renata looked to the side to see the husband's face, "Oh, so his name is Aslan."

"You don't know his name?" Mr. J was astonished.

Renata laughed awkwardly, "I forgot."

"Then forget it, don't mention his name again."

"Eh?"

Renata was puzzled by Mr. J's intention of saying so.

After that, the atmosphere melted when music was heard signalling the peak reception event began, namely the dance.

In the middle of the dance floor was in progress, some couples were dancing beautifully, curling their way while smiling happily as if there had been no stressful event before.

"You wanna dance?" whispered Mr. J right on the side of Renata's face.

Renata who had been focused on staring in awe at those who were dancing was slightly jolted at the heavy voice of Mr. J, "I can't dance," he replied with a wry smile.

"Come on!" invite Mr. J to extend a hand in front of Renata.

"Come what?" ask Renata to be confused.

Without a second thought, Mr. J pulled gently Renata into the middle of the dance floor. Gathered in the middle of a romantic couple dancing with a song that sounds similar to Perfect──Ed Sheeran.

When they arrived at the dance floor, the floodlights suddenly pointed towards the two of them. Renata is both shocked and embarrassed as they become the center of attention.

"We are the main characters here, you have to be calm" said Mr. J.

Renata stood stiff, unable to calm down. Come on, he really can't dance!

"You just have to follow my steps, hold your hand like this and you can move closer if you want" explained Mr. J.

Renata's heart rate is out of control right now. She only resigned when Mr. J put her right hand on her husband's left shoulder. While Lord J's left hand held Renata's waist and the right hand was joined with Renata's left hand.

"Slowly you can, Renata. You just need to relax," Mr. J gently rubbed Renata's fingers for a moment and then returned to his task.

Swing after swing Mr. J brought Renata's body to follow him. Until Renata feels relaxed and can understand the movement for motion to follow the guidance of the husband in the romantic dance.

"So you called me Renata?" renata asked timidly, this is the first time Mr. J has called her name, usually she is called 'Miss Angelica'. Something simple indeed, but it made Renata happy.

"Hmm," Mr. J just muttered.

Then Mr. J pulled Renata to approach like it did not produce any distance, even as wide as paper was unable to penetrate the distance between their bodies.

Renata swallowed the salivary difficulty. His gaze accidentally met with Mr. J's black eyeball which made him misbehave, his blood rippled feeling a breath of breath sweeping the skin of his neck. Then Renata closed his eyes for a moment. It's not good for his heart being pumped so fast.

And a second later Renata's eyes opened again when he felt another heartbeat from a heart that did not belong to him.

Jefra Tjong's heart also beat so hard.

"What are you thinking? Why is your heartbeat so hard?" asked Renata who was shrouded in curiosity.

_To Be Continued_