“No.”

Julius wavered, torn between directives.

“she stands amidst the rain, bereft of shelter. Her yearning to meet you appears fervent and unyielding.”

Leon’s lips remained sealed. Julius pivoted, poised to disperse Millie.

“Wait!”

Rising, Leon advanced to the monitoring console, beholding Millie’s form, a shivering silhouette within the rain’s embrace.

hospital? What impelled her here in

dimmed, and Leon decreed, “Admit

escorted Millie indoors. Amidst the expanse of the room, she clasped her arms, the villa’s chill invading

of footfalls on the spiral European stairs heralded Leon’s descent. Clad in an alabaster shirt, he exuded an aura of

existed; today

an elegant seat, legs elegantly entwined. He cast an appraising gaze upon Millie, his voice a dispassionate refrain. “The hour strikes one past midnight. Does this

beseeching Leon, “Leon, I beg you, wield your surgical prowess on behalf of my grandmother. I pledge unwavering servitude

Beg?

Leon surveyed Millie’s drenched form, noting her heightened embarrassment compared to their hospital encounter. The bite of the rain had left her complexion pallid,

this your notion of

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