Chapter 273


    Yet, in a swift evasion, Millie shifted her attention away, perching her chin arrogantly on the checkout counter. She presented a


    challenging, defiant curve of her head to him.


    Nonchntly lifting the menu of the sequestered room in which Marcus sat, Millie unfurled its pages, her eyes scanning the listed


    delicacies. She couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped her lips; the disy was nothing short of opulent. Each dish demanded


    a price so lofty that it could devour an average person''s monthly earnings.


    Gently snapping the menu shut, Millie shook her head, casting off any thoughts that dared link her to Marcus.


    Why should she, after all, spare a thought for him? Dressing other women in his clothes was his choice; he was free tovish his


    attention where he desired. To her, he was a stranger, nothing more.


    Her gaze fell on the dried jasmine flowers resting in the dessert corner. An idea dawned upon her: she decided to enrich the


    honey-lemon water she was concocting with jasmine flowers, a recipe known for its liver-cleansing properties.


    Her improvisation was a resounding sess. The addition of jasmine flowers to the honey lemon water not only augmented its


    health benefits but also imparted a lingering aroma of jasmine. This subtle floral scent amplified the delightfulness of the


    beverage.


    Sampling a mouthful, Millie found it unexpectedly scrumptious.


    Swiveling her head, she was taken aback to find Marcus rooted in his spot, his gaze fastened on her with a relentless intensity


    that felt as if he intended to bore into her very soul. His unwavering attention left her puzzled.


    Was his scrutiny due to an excess of idle time?


    Seeing her deflect his gaze once again, Marcus tightened his lips and strode into the private dining room.


    Dinner here hadn''t been his original n for the evening. The night was a rare break from social engagements and an


    opportunity for him to seek sce in thefort of his own home.


    However, under inexplicable impulses, he summoned his friends for a meal at this locale.


    Upon their arrival, Millie was conspicuously absent. Marcus conjectured that she was likely still at the old residence.


    After ordering their meals, a waitress by the name of Fanny arrived to serve them, her smile soft and her eyes dancing with an


    undercurrent of affection. Yet Marcus dismissed her with a wave, prompting her to hasten her service before leaving.


    As soon as Millie re-entered the restaurant, her arresting presence was immediately seized by Marcus.


    To his surprise, Patrick, whom he had encountered at the orange orchard, had also materialized here. The sight of each other


    sparked visible delight in both.


    He found the situation profoundly ironic; she had never graced him with such a joyous smile.


    Mylo nced at the bted Marcus, querying, “What kept you? The food''s losing its warmth.”


    “Tran into a familiar face, and we exchanged some words,” responded Marcus.


    No sooner had Marcus settled into his chair than a soft rap at the door announced the arrival of Fanny, bearing an array of drinks


    with hues of red and white.


    “May | have a moment? I’ve concocted these strawberry coconut milk beverages with great care. | would be honored if you could


    sample them and provide some feedback,” Fanny whispered, her voiceced with a gentle sweetness.


    She was perplexed; her service earlier had been met with an unwee reception from the man seated at the head of the table,


    who had practically shooed her away after she served the dishes.


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