Chapter 331


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    The shutter was pressed continuously. Upon reviewing the captured images, the photographer wore a displeased expression.


    None of the photographs resembled those of a wedding. A throbbing ache ensued,pelling him to request the makeup artist


    to rectify Millie’s makeup.


    The photographer faced a predicament. What course of action should he take? This was an unprecedented scenario for him in


    his professional journey. Both individuals appeared tense, as if they had just engaged in a heated altercation.


    Noticing this, Bruce stepped forward and said, “Marcus, you''re posing for wedding photos, not attending a wake. Can’t you


    manage a smile?”


    Marcus squinted his eyes in response and questioned, “Are you incapable of seeing?


    How is it my fault?”


    His friends were incessantly ming him, failing to see that it was Millie who was reluctant to partake. How could he possibly


    generate happy matrimonial snapshots with a woman who wore a perpetual frown?


    The prospect of him beaming alone in the photos while his bride looked gloomy was downright embarrassing.


    The morning’s events were vivid in his mind. Upon telling Millie to take the day off from work for their photo shoot, her response


    was less than enthusiastic.


    “Is it really necessary? Didn’t you stand up to Grandma?”


    Her reluctance was clear. Millie had no desire to engage in this photographic endeavor with him. The journey here was


    punctuated with queries about when they could wrap up the session. She confessed to having other obligations for the day and a


    desire to conclude promptly.


    Clearly, she considered their wedding photos of negligible importance. Her apathy dealt a heavy blow to his pride.


    Meanwhile, Millie, too, was troubled. Why was he so averse to the simple photoshoot with her? His sullen demeanor was making


    it increasingly difficult for her to muster a smile.


    Following a brief respite, the photographer rallied his spirits and prompted, “Are you both in sync with your emotions now? Let''s


    carry on with the shoot.”


    Marcus, bracing himself, returned to the set. But Millie, after a quick nce at the time, announced the need to make a call.


    Earlier in the day, Teresa had informed her about her grandmother’s deteriorating health. The pain had deprived her of sleep the


    previous night. An examination had been scheduled for today, and the results were likely to be out. Millie felt an urge to check on


    her.


    In an apologetic tone, Millie said, “Could you kindly wait a bit? | need to step inside and ce a call.”


    She had left her phone in the room.


    Marcus watched as Millie swiftly maneuvered her voluminous wedding gown towards the vi. A frosty demeanor took hold of


    him. She chose this moment to ce a call. He was now convinced that her reluctance for the photoshoot led her to concoct an


    escape excuse.


    Gazing at Marcus’ disgruntled face, the photographer reassured with a nervous undertone, “Alright, we''ll wait.”


    The photographer knew better than to irk Marcus.


    Marcus was on the verge of stepping aside to smoke a cigarette in an attempt to alleviate his mounting frustration. However, as


    he took a significant step, his heightened senses caught something amiss in the banyan grove.


    His keen eyesight hadn''t failed him. He noticed a quick, agile figure climbing a banyan tree. They had reserved the whole


    location for the day, so no one else should have been present.