“Marcus!”

Turning around, Marcus found the source of the voice. He was taken aback and quickly walked over.

“How did you end up in this state?”

The woman shook her head with a look of despair, her eyes wide with fright.

“I’m not feeling well. Can you please take me to the hospital?”

Patrick, emerging from the restroom, caught sight of Marcus taking off his jacket and draping it over a woman.

Patrick went back to his table. Just in time, a goblet of honey-infused lemonade was

order. Patrick cocked his brow in surprise

her voice twinkling like morning dew. “I prepared this myself. Please be the first to savor it.

been toiling tirelessly all evening without a hint of exhaustion but rather a playful glint in her eyes, Patrick’s heart ached like a wounded bird. His mind was haunted by the scene he

of Millie,

infrequent encounters, Patrick held a deep regard for Millie; in his eyes,

throes of a sweltering summer, the restaurant manager issued a challenge to the staff: dream up a cooling

beverages were crafted. Millie, seizing a moment

was a symphony of sweet and sour notes, its virtues extending beyond taste and promising beauty, weight loss, and relief from the

Patrick took a direct sip from the goblet. The fusion of sweetness and sourness flowed into his throat, leaving him rejuvenated. He nodded, his words as clear as a mountain stream. “This honey lemonade of

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