Such thoughts made her realize that she was probably a masochist. Her body seemed to react to his dominance, leaving her with a soft, tingling sensation.

Her cheeks warmed, likely blushing at her own thoughts. She quickly cooled her flushed face with a deep breath.

“No, thank you. I’ve already made plans for tonight.”

At the stroke of nine in the evening, there remained an unfinished task on his agenda? Millie found it rather unreasonable, and yet, her flushed countenance swiftly regained its composure, for she held his resolve in high regard.

“All right.”

Millie ended the call with a hint of frustration.

his brow, pondering. Just like that, she

Marcus sensed

after 9 o’clock tonight, something of greater importance than dining out beckoned. Harlan had appeared

renowned as the premier assassin. Marcus was at a loss as to why he had arrived in Preagend this

targeted by Harlan was destined to

had been confined to high heels the entire day,

unfocused. Outside, the twinkling lights

ears. She caught them and was reminded of the declined dinner invitation by Marcus. She hadn’t expected her first-ever dinner invitation to a man

a few times. Millie retrieved it and checked. It was a message

captivating and

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