Millie cast her gaze down, torn between the two. Their rtionship seemed to be growing more


    strained.


    Marcus exuded an icy and aloof demeanor, while Bruce ventured forth with cautious steps.


    “Starting now, it would be wise for you to maintain a certain distance from him as well.” The resonance


    of Marcus’ words lingered within Millie’s thoughts.


    At the time, she hadn’t paid much heed to it, not delving into its meaning.


    Yet now, it seemed Marcus had been quite serious.


    “Marcus, I bought this wine specially for you.”


    Marcus’ refusal was evident, yet Bruce’s hand remained extended in an unyielding gesture. Despite the


    faint flush of embarrassment coloring his features, he pressed on.


    A hint of frigidity etched itself onto Marcus’ lips as he turned to Bruce.


    “Kindly reim it and indulge yourself; I’m well-stocked with wine.”


    The air grew taut, and Millie pressed her lips together. Bruce appeared weighed down by something


    beneath his surface.


    Bruce’s countenance became increasingly abashed. He cast a sidelong nce at Millie, then diverted


    his gaze, a faint, awkward smile gracing his lips.


    “In that case, I’ll head back.”


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    With a sense of destion, Bruce turned on his heel and departed. Marcus watched his retreat, lost in


    contemtion.


    Momentster, Marcus roused from his reverie, locking eyes with Millie.


    “Let’s move inside,” he proposed.


    “Sure.”


    Marcus offered no further exnation, and Millie refrained from delving deeper. If he desired to share


    his thoughts, she understood that words weren’t necessary.


    After disembarking and settling into the car, Bruce nervously turned the wine bottle in his grasp. A


    heaviness clung to his heart. With a resounding ‘crash,’ he hurled the exquisite bottle to the floor,


    staining the floor with its crimson contents.


    Regret?


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    Even if he harbored regrets, what difference would it make? Could he turn back time? As the saying


    goes, once an arrow is loose, it can’t be called back.


    Bruce steered his way to a bar.


    The manager extended a personal wee, eximing, “Well, it’s been quite a while, Mr. Thomas.”


    Bruce strode directly towards the opulent private chamber of utmost extravagance. In short order, the


    manager appeared, presenting him with a fine bottle of wine and in tow, a young woman dressed in a


    manner that hinted at provocation.