The longer the man watched her dance, the more mixed feelings rose from Lisa's heart. She didn't feel comfortable being noticed by a man she didn't know. Did he think she was just a showcase in a shop's window?

But Lisa's heart was beating even louder. She knew that she was quite beautiful, but she had never been the center of attention of westerners like that blonde man! Was it possible that the man was captivated by her appearance?

When she didn't have time to think further, the blonde man suddenly stood up! Slowly he came over to where Lisa was dancing. The distance between them grew closer as the tall man walked his long steps towards her.

Their eyes met, and Lisa seemed unable to look away from those blue eyes.

When the man stood only an inch away, Lisa realized how tall he was! Even with the high heels she was wearing, the tip of Lisa's head didn't reach the blonde man's chin!

Lisa could feel her heart was beating even faster. Now she could observe the incredibly handsome blonde man up close. His athletic body was clad in a black satin shirt and matching pants. On his face were a pair of blue eyes that were as bright as the morning sky. His chin and jawline were firm and clean shaven.

In short, he really looked like a modern prince. The kind of man Lisa's heart desired.

In an instant, the discomfort turned into pleasure. How come? Dealing with a handsome foreign man after a breakup? What an unexpected moment!

Not just handsome, the man also exuded a mysterious yet charismatic aura. This type of man also made Lisa even more curious. What was this man thinking? Where did he come from? Why did this man approach Lisa who was dancing alone? historical

Lisa also ventured to greet the stranger.

"Hello mister, are you alone?" Lisa greeted him.

The man just smiled. His smile was so sweet and charming. At first glance, this strange man looked like a fashion magazine model that Lisa often read at work. 'Ah maybe he really is a cover boy!' She thought.

"I can speak Indonesian." Said the foreign man with a thick accent.

Lisa was even more amazed by this strange man in front of her. She often met with foreign men who couldn't speak Indonesian in her office. It was unexpected that the man in front of her could speak Indonesian. This certainly made Lisa even more interested in talking to him.

"Where do you come from?"

"I'm from Sweden, Miss."

"Eh, where is that?" Lisa asked, half drunk.

The man chuckled, "In Europe, Miss."

"Oh, I thought you were from Germany."

The man shook his head. His golden curls waved beautifully. His full lips were naturally rosy. Really, if this man signed himself to be the cover boy for a fashion magazine, surely many women would be interested in buying the issue!

Lisa and the stranger danced in the company of the other visitors. The two lovebirds who had just met felt the same vibration in each other. Their dance movements were very flexible, as if they had met and practiced together before.

Lisa studied the strange man's face more closely, "Sorry, I think your face looks familiar, sir?"

"Yes, my face is a market face."

"Ah, don't look down on yourself, sir! Your face looks like a male model in a fashion magazine! Eh? Or are you a model?!?"

"Well, it's a shame I'm not a model." The man leaned down and brought his face closer to Lisa. "I'm much richer than a model, though..."

"Hmm, a businessman for sure?" Lisa replied.

"When it comes to my job, you don't need to know." His hand reached out to hold Lisa's hand. The woman's curled fingers looked much smaller than his.

The two lovebirds began to get closer to dancing together. Still with his naughty gaze, the man brought his lips close to Lisa's ear, "You have a nice body, who carved it?"

"Ah, you're exaggerating." Lisa chuckled, blushing.

"You're not in the mood to play with me?"

"Ah, I'm not interested in buying imported goods like you."

"You don't need to pay, Miss, just let me take care of everything."

"Whoops, shut up. Tonight I'll just treat you to a drink, how about that?"

"I'm not pushy but fine."

Both of them were still competing with their dance moves. They got closer and closer as the time went by. The man put his hands on Lisa's waist, getting down and down until he touched her back.

"How about we just drink now? Before the night gets late?" He said in a low, sexy voice.

Lisa began to daze and ramble,"Fine with me, sir."

It seemed that four bottles of soju and one shot of vodka were able to make Lisa wobble on the dance floor with the man. Her legs were already shaking, she couldn't support her own body weight and then fell from where she stood.

Her head started to get dizzy as her vision began to blur. She was more digressing. Lisa bowed her dizzy head while covering her mouth with her palm. Nausea began to fondle her. The alcohol she consumed had started to react in her stomach.

"Ugh, I have to go to the toilet." Lisa said in pain as she reached the man's broad shoulder.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Asked the man, worried.. He was seen stroking the poor woman's back and getting ready to carry her.