His choice of words—suggestive in broad daylight—brought a flush to Millie’s cheeks.

She pouted, asserting with a touch of haughtiness, “Who said I’d bear a son for you?”

“Having a daughter would be just as delightful,” Marcus responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes as they locked with Millie’s.

That playful smile on his regal features sent a whirl of dizziness through Millie.

His towering presence eclipsed her, blocking out the sunlight. Steeling herself, she murmured with feigned discontent, “Who said I’d bear any children for you?”

Marcus remained silent, adjusting her seat, fastening her seatbelt, and promptly closing her car door before circling to the front of the vehicle and entering himself.

journey, Millie caught sight of Grace

a moment. I spotted my friend. You

to a halt beside her, causing her to instinctively take a

Millie stepping out of the car, her surprise was

“Millie!”

“Grace!”

the car window, offering Grace a nod in

your husband is incredibly handsome. Millie, you must

her friend’s soft

“Stop teasing!”

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