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Marcus pivoted, straightening his back to shield Millie’s view, and then raised his right wrist to touch his sleeve.

In truth, he already knew beforehand that the button was missing.

The button didn’t disappear during their fall down the cliff. As a matter of fact, before he ventured to the orchard to search for Millie, he noticed the button’s absence.

Last night, after some contemplation, he surmised he might have left it in Millie’s room or on her bed. He had slept in his shirt that night.

Marcus scanned the surroundings but found no button on the floor. The bed was now tidy, making it impossible to spot.

Observing Millie’s vigilant expression, he deduced that she hadn’t discovered the button belonged to him.

declared, “Nothing. If you prefer not to

heels and strode away. Frowning, Millie carefully stowed the button into her

her return, Millie made a beeline for

her voice, imbued with joy, filled the space. “Grandma, I

in a convivial mood, engaging in cheerful banter with Teresa from the comfort of her

on. The scar on your face has truly vanished,” her grandmother commented, coaxing

in, a smile dancing on her lips. “Hearing it sparked such joy in her,

face with her weathered hand, her eyes shimmering with unshed

me is immense. The Thomas family is renowned for its

was moved. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Promise me you will live for a hundred years.” She then peeled an orgage