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.

Just like that,

screen, Marcus sensed an off

tonight, something of greater importance than dining out

was renowned as the premier assassin. Marcus was at a loss as to why he had

anyone targeted by Harlan was destined to

work, Millie exited the restaurant, flexing her back. She had been confined to high heels the entire day, and her feet were screaming

was slightly unfocused. Outside, the twinkling lights painted

declined dinner invitation by Marcus. She hadn’t expected her first-ever dinner invitation to a man

a few times. Millie retrieved it

and so much

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