Part 1My Adorable Two-Faced Boyfriend

My boyfriend and his cousin were kidnapped.

The kidnappers said they could only save one.

I laughed on the spot.

In my previous life, when my sister and I were kidnapped, my boyfriend chose to save my sister.

This time, history repeats itself.

As for who I would choose, isn't it obvious?

In the European-style banquet hall.

Glasses clinked, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume and expensive clothes.

My father and I stood on the podium, greeting guests with smiles.

The butler quietly informed me:

"Miss, all the guests have arrived. Please start the opening dance."

Today is my 18th birthday.

My father has organized a grand birthday party for me, with all the elite of our social circle in attendance.

I looked at the crowd below, but my designated "dance partner" was nowhere to be seen.

My father leaned in and asked:

"Where's Jason? Where did he go? Doesn't he know he's supposed to dance the opening number with you?"

Jason Sullivan, the eldest son of the Sullivan family, my boyfriend.

He was also my "original dance partner" for tonight.

I scanned the room.

As expected, my half-sister "Rachel Wright" was also absent.

If my memory serves me correctly, today was their first meeting in my previous life.

Jason had gone to the garden for some fresh air and met Rachel, who was uncomfortable in high-society gatherings.

They hit it off immediately, beginning an entanglement that couldn't be cut or reasoned away.

In my previous life, upon discovering Jason's absence, I immediately rushed out to find him.

As a result, I saw him chatting happily with Rachel, and in a fit of jealousy, I slapped Rachel.

The consequences were being despised by Jason, scolded by my father, and gossiped about by the guests.

Living this life again, I won't make the same mistake.

A dance partner? As if the young lady's birthday party couldn't go on without Jason Sullivan?

My gaze coldly swept through the crowd.

A young man in an oversized suit caught my eye.

He was standing dejectedly by a pillar, lost in thought.

The young man had picturesque features, a slender figure, skin as white as snow, and an elegant, noble air.

Standing alone in this lavish, extravagant banquet hall, he seemed out of place.

I lifted my dress adorned with handcrafted crystals and, to everyone's surprise, walked towards him.

Seeing me approach, the young man's rosy lips parted slightly, his face full of uncertainty.

"Liam, would you like to dance with me?" I extended my hand, adorned with a rose gold bracelet.

Liam's eyes flickered, pointing at himself in disbelief:

"Amelia... are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking?" I smiled brightly, playfully asking:

"Do you know how to waltz?"

"Yes..." Liam nodded, overwhelmed by the honor.

He reverently took my hand, allowing me to lead him to the center of the dance floor.

The guests automatically made way.

The band immediately began playing the lively "Tales from the Vienna Woods."

Liam carefully placed his hand on my waist, and we began to dance.

He was two years younger than me, not yet in his growth spurt, only slightly taller than me.

As we glided across the floor, I admired his shy expression.

A blush crept up his fair face, like a ripe peach.

"Relax, I won't eat you," I teased.

Liam's palms were sweating, and his steps were a bit unsteady.

"S-sorry..." Liam apologized awkwardly.

In my previous life, I only cared about Jason, following his lead in everything.

Influenced by Jason, I had a very poor impression of Liam.

But I'll never forget that in my previous life, when I fell from a tall building and was shattered, it was Liam who, without hesitation, knelt in the blood and performed CPR on me as I was dying.

Only after dying once did I see clearly who was human and who was a ghost.

I pulled back my wandering thoughts and continued to tease Liam:

"Is this your first time dancing with a girl?"

"Yes..."

"Then I'm quite honored."

As I was bantering, my eyes met a pair of shocked eyes over Liam's shoulder—