“She had given me cold shoulder several times. Why is this woman so stubborn?”

Marcus gnashed his teeth, an itch of vexation crawling beneath his skin.

On every occasion he rapped upon her door, it remained obstinately shut, a mortifying display of disregard that rankled his pride.

Resorting to his phone, he dialed Millie’s number, only to be met by unyielding silence.

Perplexity etched itself into Marcus’ features as he regarded his phone. “Why this persistent silence? Your audacity swells with each passing moment.”

Upon observing Marcus’ agitation, an impulse to chuckle tugged at Derek, yet he suppressed it with a resigned inward sigh.

accord, he ruminated. And now, desperation courses through your veins. Inwardly, Derek mused on the paradox, one he couldn’t help but find

she’s preoccupied at the moment. You might consider paying her a visit later. Truth be

even cracked open? Such a notion struck Marcus as a fanciful dream. As time ambled forward, he retrieved

threshold, he

threshold of the community, Millie disembarked from the taxi, her arms laden with

her frame adorned by blue jeans that embraced her slender legs like a second skin, her ivory neck peeking out from beneath the embrace of a ponytail. Millie maintained an air of casual elegance, embodying beauty that was both modest

she charted a direct course toward the community,

strides into her journey, her solitude was pierced by the swift approach of a young

neighbor of

seems burdensome. Permit me to lend a hand,”

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