In the present, he seemed akin to a solitary and aloof monarch, radiating an impenetrable aura. It was as if anyone venturing closer risked annihilation.

The succeeding day dawned, prompting Millie’s awakening. Marcus, with an air of solemnity, directed her attention to a sheet of paper adorning the desk.

“I have enumerated three directives for your compliance. Abide by these henceforth.”

What?

Puzzlement gripped her. Retrieving the paper, she perused its contents.

1. Cultivate personal transformation and exude kindness. 2. Avoid impure utterances. 3. Refrain from subjecting him to pinching.

Am I not typically affable? Is this some jest?” Millie’s lips

Marcus intoned, “If you are indeed kind, persist

transgressions bore myriad unfavorable tales about Millie, yet Marcus chose to consign these to oblivion. The future held promise,

“Impure utterances? I’ve

ensued. What foul language had she spouted? Her utterance of “shit” stemmed from a surge

bereft of relevance. She

the very least, exercise circumspection in your speech

edict, Millie raised her gaze, only to find Marcus

distance to the balcony, her sight was met by Marcus ensconced within a vehicle,

remoteness not only on the previous night’s balcony but also within the confines of the car, as though an insurmountable chasm

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