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Devoid of utterance, Leon’s gaze lingered solely upon Millie. She appeared to radiate contentment.

After a brief interlude, he lowered his lids, capturing within his mind’s eye the image of Millie adorned in a lightweight sweater, her countenance adorned with a smile.

“Let us take our leave,” he eventually stated. The car’s engine roared to Life, propelling it swiftly past the villa’s vicinity.

Within the villa’s interior, Marcus, who had been engrossed in conversation, suddenly caught sight of Millie and Bruce. Swiftly extricating himself from his ongoing exchange, he courteously excused himself and traversed the distance to approach them.

Bruce selected an immaculate cup and poised to pour beverages.

“I’m rather intrigued to sample your homemade concoction as well. It appears quite appealing,” Bruce remarked.

blinked in a reflexive response. Illuminated against the backdrop of light, she discerned Marcus’ towering form

her abdomen, causing her thoughts to scatter and her mind

her glass slipped from her grasp, colliding with the ground. She doubled over, her hands instinctively seeking solace as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the pain swiftly provoked a

edging his tone, Marcus called out her name. “Millie,” Bruce interjected, his voice

Marcus lifted Millie into his arms. Yet, within moments, her complexion paled, her face contorted in anguish signifying the intensity of her

her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Could it be the food

at her. After all, these individuals hailed from affluent backgrounds, implying that the ingredients they procured should be of the highest

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