Chapter 360


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    Suddenly, a slender figure captured his attention. Millie, with her raven-ck hair, white down jacket, and a red scarf contrasted


    against thendscape.


    A questioning eyebrow perked upon Marcus’ forehead, amused at her child-like fascination with the snow and contemting if


    she was invincible against the cold.


    It came as a surprise to him when he witnessed her frolicking in the snow.


    Immersed in her snowy y, Millie cherished a moment of serenity. But the reverie was shattered by the buzzing of a phone,


    which revealed Marcus standing a few strides away, attending his call.


    As bright as twin stars, Millie''s eyes shed with curiosity as to why he hade here. Marcus shot a nce at her, but she


    quickly averted her gaze, consistently hesitant to lock eyes with him.


    A flutter of nerves danced within Millie.


    As Marcus attended his call, Millie continued her dance with the snow. With a poke from her finger, the snow atop the bamboo


    dislodged, cascading down like a shower of frost-kissed blossoms.


    She repeated the mesmerizing spectacle, herughter muffled by the tranquil ambiance.


    Millie’s nce drifted towards Marcus, who seemed to be furrowing his brows at her yful antics while engrossed in his phone.


    Marcus found himself in a conundrum, unable to figure out Millie. Even with the reddening cold bum on her fingers, she


    continued her snowy y.


    Why?


    Millie pondered why he regarded her with such apparent contempt.


    A frown settled upon her lips as she noticed Marcus’ attention had returned to his call, his back turned to her. She took this as an


    admission of guilt.


    Unbeknownst to Marcus, Millie had misconstrued his phone-induced scowl.


    Millie observed a snowden bamboo stem resting upon Marcus’ cranium, igniting an idea within her.


    She aimed to educate Marcus through a lesson due to his scorn for her.


    With quiet precision, she approached, her boot-d foot cocked to deliver a swift Kick to the bamboo.


    Stealing a nce at Marcus, still engrossed in his call, she let out a small smile. A pity, she thought, given his formal attire.


    Upon executing her little prank, Millie attempted to scamper away but found herself pulled into a firm grasp just as the snow


    began its descent.


    “Release me,” she protested, concern seeping into her voice as she feared bing a snowy victim.


    His voice, deep and resonant, sounded in her ear. “Let''s bear the brunt together.”


    Millie had hoped to catch him unawares, but he had picked up on her stealthy approach.