“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.

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

his brow in surprise and tured to see Millie wearing a warm

house,” she said, her voice twinkling like morning dew. “I prepared this myself.

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

at the orange orchard, everyone slacked off, with the sole exception of Millie, who worked eamestly. Here, amidst the laid-back waiters,

in his eyes, she was a benevolent soul who deserved nothing

the staff: dream up a cooling concoction to

the excited frenzy, a plethora of 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

him rejuvenated. He nodded, his words as clear as a mountain stream. “This honey lemonade of yours will

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