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,

against his car, a pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes peeking out

offered you a lift

he was referring to Patrick. Evidently, he’d witnessed their

hindsight, I think I might have missed an opportunity. I should have accepted his offer. It was a bit foolish to reject

tight sensation in her chest. Even Marcus’ pristine white

fair complexion tensed slightly

yanked into a fervent, firm embrace. A large hand tilted her chin upward as Marcus questioned her

both striking and overbearing. His words were outrageous and his actions

to wince as pain shot through her hand. Her hair whipped about in

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