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Yet, in a swift evasion, Millie shifted her attention away, perching her chin arrogantly on the checkout counter. She presented a challenging, defiant curve of her head to him.

Nonchalantly lifting the menu of the sequestered room in which Marcus sat, Millie unfurled its pages, her eyes scanning the listed delicacies. She couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped her lips; the display was nothing short of opulent. Each dish demanded a price so lofty that it could devour an average person’s monthly earnings.

Gently snapping the menu shut, Millie shook her head, casting off any thoughts that dared link her to Marcus.

Why should she, after all, spare a thought for him? Dressing other women in his clothes was his choice; he was free to lavish his attention where he desired. To her, he was a stranger, nothing more.

Her gaze fell on the dried jasmine flowers resting in the dessert corner. An idea dawned upon her: she decided to enrich the honey-lemon water she was concocting with jasmine flowers, a recipe known for its liver-cleansing properties.

Her improvisation was a resounding success. The addition of jasmine flowers to the honey lemon water not only augmented its health benefits but also imparted a lingering aroma of jasmine. This subtle floral scent amplified the delightfulness of the beverage.

Millie found it

find Marcus rooted in his spot, his gaze fastened on her with a relentless intensity that felt as if he intended

to an excess of idle

his gaze once again, Marcus tightened his lips and strode into the private

the evening. The night was a rare break from social

summoned his friends for a meal at this

arrival, Millie was conspicuously absent. Marcus conjectured

eyes dancing with an undercurrent of affection. Yet

the restaurant, her arresting presence

his surprise, Patrick, whom he had encountered at the orange orchard, had also materialized here.