“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

dimmed, and

Julius escorted Millie indoors. Amidst the expanse of the room, she clasped her arms,

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

her palm. No alternative existed; today she must secure

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

I beg you, wield your surgical prowess on behalf of my grandmother. I pledge unwavering servitude in return, a testament to

Beg?

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

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