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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.

If you prefer not to walk back, head downstairs and join us in the

heels and strode away. Frowning, Millie carefully stowed

beeline for the hospital,

hospital room, her voice, imbued with joy, filled the

engaging in cheerful banter with

closer, my dear. Teresa is spot on. The scar on your face has truly vanished,” her grandmother commented, coaxing Millie closer with a beckoning gesture and observing her with gentle

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

with her weathered hand, her eyes

the harsh judgment of others. The relief that it brings me is immense. The Thomas family is renowned for its power and stern traditions. Should they mistreat you in any way, remember that you are

worry, Grandma. Promise me you will live for a hundred years.” She then peeled an orgage for the