“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

cocked his brow in surprise

voice twinkling like morning dew. “I prepared this myself.

a playful glint in her eyes, Patrick’s heart ached like a wounded bird. His mind was haunted by the scene

off, with the sole exception of Millie, who worked eamestly. Here, amidst the laid-back waiters, her industrious

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

up a cooling concoction to quench the heat. The most refreshing and popular recipe would grace the

seizing a moment of respite, concocted

notes, its virtues extending beyond taste and promising beauty,

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

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