“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.

What impelled

monitor dimmed, and Leon

the room, she clasped her arms, the villa’s chill invading her

stairs heralded Leon’s descent. Clad in an alabaster shirt, he exuded an aura of

resolve, pinched her palm. No alternative existed; today

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

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

Beg?

stirred – that word had never graced her lips before. With a playful smile, Leon surveyed Millie’s drenched form, noting her heightened embarrassment compared to their hospital encounter. The bite of the rain had left her

of pleading? A beg so

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