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“Ha ha, she’s quite adorable, isn’t she?”

Millie pressed her lips together tightly, her mind racing with uncertainty. She couldn’t bring herself to kiss him with all these eyes on them.

Softly, Marcus spoke, crooking his finger once more in a gesture of reassurance and guidance.

His gaze held both encouragement and a sense of security, coaxing Millie toward his embrace.

“Come here, my love.”

With palms dampened by sweat, Millie started to walk over, her heart drumming a rapid rhythm. Her legs felt weak, and she feared collapsing under the pressure. She mustered a slight lift of her head and whispered softly, “Honey, can we skip the kiss?”

Kissing him in front of this audience was an impossible feat for her.

dim lighting, her cheeks took on a faint rosy hue, and her natural, unadorned beauty stood in stark contrast to the bustling ambiance around them. Despite the absence of elaborate makeup, Marcus found himself

around her waist, Marcus drew her closer, his touch both gentle and

crowd erupted into cheers, a palpable wave

anticipated a brief kiss, but it stretched

unraveled the string holding Millie’s hair, and her long black locks danced in the breeze. Each strand seemed to

marveled at the

Marcus’ towering height, Millie had to tiptoe slightly each time

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the surrounding men were envious

jewelry or earrings, she left a strong impression

luminous eyes resembled the

pure appearance was Marcus’ and his