“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.

now, desperation courses through your veins. Inwardly, Derek mused on the paradox, one he couldn’t

the moment. You might consider paying her a visit later. Truth be told, her sojourn outside might prove beneficial. It could offer you both

cracked open? Such a notion struck Marcus as a fanciful dream. As time ambled forward, he retrieved his car keys, rising from his seat with

threshold, he vowed to scale her defenses by way

disembarked from the taxi, her arms

by blue jeans that embraced her slender legs like a second skin, her ivory neck peeking out from beneath the embrace

she charted a direct course toward the community, her path blissfully unaware of the black car positioned inconspicuously

solitude was pierced by the swift approach of a young man, tracing

man, a neighbor of equal age to Millie,

load seems burdensome. Permit me to lend a

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