“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.

ruminated. And now, desperation courses through your veins. Inwardly, Derek mused on the

her a visit later. Truth be told, her

a fanciful dream. As time ambled

to avert him at her threshold, he

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

in a simple T-shirt, her frame adorned by blue jeans that embraced her slender legs like a second skin, her ivory neck peeking out from

course toward the community, her

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

would have it, this man, a neighbor of equal age to Millie,

seems burdensome. Permit me to lend a

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