Millie knitted her brows together, mulling over why they were still sticking around.

Marcus’ piercing gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on her.

When her eyes met his, her heart fluttered as he gestured for her to approach.

A look of confusion washed over Millie’s delicate features. What did he want from her?

Mylo and Delmor followed his gaze, but their interest faded quickly, and they each drove off in their respective vehicles.

Now, only Marcus and his polished Bentley remained.

trace of apprehension, Millie approached, her eyes sparkling yet slightly narrowed,

a pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes peeking

a lift home. Why

Patrick. Evidently, he’d witnessed their interaction

should have accepted his offer. It was a bit foolish

in her chest. Even Marcus’ pristine white shirt

slightly as

chin upward as Marcus questioned her coldly, “Did you truly plan on letting him drive you? To where? His place or a

A hotel? His sharp features were both striking and overbearing. His words were outrageous

Millie struck at Marcus’ solid chest, only to wince as pain shot through

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