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.

a trace of apprehension, Millie approached, her eyes sparkling yet slightly narrowed, and she queried tentatively, “Did you need me for

polished, handcrafted leather shoes

a lift home. Why

was referring to Patrick. Evidently, he’d witnessed

I think I might have missed an opportunity. I should have accepted his

thinking of Patrick’s words caused a tight sensation in her chest. Even Marcus’ pristine

tensed slightly as she deliberately

she was yanked into a fervent, firm embrace. A large hand tilted her chin upward as Marcus questioned her coldly, “Did you truly plan on letting him drive you? To where? His place

striking and overbearing. His words were

chest, only to wince as pain shot through

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