Marcus, momentarily distracted from his phone, asked with a serious tone, “What’s the matter?”

Millie turned to face Marcus, his figure enveloped in a brown windbreaker, a picture of refined masculinity. Compared to the grotesque man they had painted, Marcus was the epitome of elegance, which would stir envy in many.

A thought fluttered in Millie’s mind. If only it had been Marcus last night, it would have been a different story.

No, Millie chided herself, her hand reaching up to slap her face lightly. What on earth was she thinking?

“Mrs. Thomas, is something amiss?”

Some speculated that Millie was ensnared by some bewitchment, their gaze shifting between her and Marcus.

of the executives,

the nearby table. We have

accepted the laptop handed to him by

meal. Millie scanned the surroundings to find that the

hand and her milk in the other, she made her way

Millie settled herself, Marcus emerged from his corner. The sudden eclipse of her daylight

you?” Marcus’

thoughts tumbled like startled birds in the wake of

actually be worried for her? What twist of fate had led

‘scoundrel,’ – was that a war cry against an unseen adversary? Did someone provoke your wrath?” His voice betrayed a trace of discomfort, though he endeavored to maintain a

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