He caught her unease, Lightly lifting his ss and surreptitiously guiding her hand onto hisp.


    In close proximity to him, Millie inhaled the fragrance of red wine that clung to him. Coupled with his


    handsome features, her heart quickened its pace.


    “The evening draws to a close.” Marcus’ hushed tone reached her, hinting at something unsaid.


    Observing the somewhat inebriated Leaders, Millie’s Lips quivered with a mixture of nervousness and


    anticipation.


    “Honey,ter I want to have hot dog; is that alright?”


    Confusion flickered in Marcus’ eyes; he hadn’t expected such a request. It seemed her nerves were


    getting the best of her.


    “Of course.” “Also, I’d Like to have some roasted potatoes. Is that alright?”


    His indulgent nod conveyed reassurance. “Certainly. After the event, we can buy some and head


    home.”


    Outside the restaurant’s entrance, Marcus exchanged a handshake with Randolph. Millie stood by his


    side, offering a polite smile.


    “Goodbye, Mr. Hinks.” she bid her farewell. Randolph chimed in, “It’s been a wonderful time! Farewell


    and have a safe journey home.”


    As the school leaders gradually departed in their cars, Millie cast a sidelong nce at the towering


    figure beside her, a warm flush gracing her cheeks.


    Shrugging off his coat, Marcus draped it over his arm. Adorned in a meticulously ironed ck shirt and


    straight-legged trousers that entuated his model-like legs, he exuded both handsomeness and


    refinement.


    Millie blinked, finding herself captivated by Marcus’ presence. From his demeanor to his affluence,


    competence, and physique, every aspect seemed awe-inspiring.


    By simply standing there, hemanded attention, causing passersby to cast frequent nces his


    way.


    A smirk tugged at Marcus’ Lips as he gently took Millie’s hand, guiding her towards their waiting car.


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    Under his lead, she couldn’t help but feel a bit like a child being guided.


    Behind the wheel, Marcus navigated to a food street and purchased hot dog and roasted potatoes as


    per Millie’s preference.


    As she held the hot dog in one hand and roasted potatoes in the other, the vibrant colors of the food


    should have been inviting, but Millie found herself unable to eat with ease.


    She shook her head, questioning her own nervousness. It was almostical how she felt like a


    bundle of nerves, fretting over the simplest matters between men and women.


    She knew that many of her college peers had begun dating, establishing rtionships early on, and


    finding happiness together.


    Yet, for some reason, she still struggled to start. “Would you Like anything else to eat? I can go get it,”


    Marcus offered with a smile, his tone gentle as he ruffled Millie’s hair.


    His maic voice brushed against Millie’s ear, while his tender gesture left a lingering warmth.