当另一首舞曲开始的时候，爱德华的胳膊环绕着我。这对慢舞来说节奏有点快，但这似乎并没有难倒他。我把头靠在他胸口，感到心满意足。
"Feeling better?" I teased.
“感觉好些了?”我揶揄着。
"Not really," he said tersely.
“完全没有。”他简单地答道。
"Don't be mad at Billy," I sighed. "He just worries about me for Charlie's sake. It's nothing personal."
“别对比利抓狂。”我叹了口气。“他只是因为查理的缘故才担心我。这不是什么人身攻击。”
"I'm not mad at Billy," he corrected in a clipped voice. "But his son is irritating me."
“我没对比利抓狂。”他用一种紧绷的声音更正到。“但他的儿子很让我恼怒。”
I pulled back to look at him. His face was very serious.
我退回去看着他。他的神情非常严肃。
"Why?"
“为什么?”
"First of all, he made me break my promise."
“首先，他让我打破了我的承诺。”
I stared at him in confusion.
我困惑地盯着他。
He half-smiled. "I promised I wouldn't let go of you tonight," he explained.
他半笑不笑地说：“我保证过，我今晚不会放开你的。”他解释道。
"Oh. Well, I forgive you."
“哦。好吧，我原谅你。”
"Thanks. But there's something else." Edward frowned.
“谢谢。但还有别的一些事情。”爱德华皱起眉。
I waited patiently.
我耐心地等待着。
