However, swiftly his mind wove an alternate narrative — Millie’s words were a fabrication tailored for


    his ears.


    “Millie, I implore you, refrain from falsehoods. You must have made up it to decline my advances. Rest


    assured, I am no fleeting fancy. Henceforth, Imit to the earnest pursuit of your affections.”


    Once more, Rnd stepped forward, his demeanor radiating unwavering assurance.


    Silent and exasperated, Millie’s eyes rolled, as though reading a tedious book.


    “Distance yourself,” shemanded, Seeing the irritation etched on her face, Rnd retreated, fearing


    her wrath.


    “Your wish is mymand. I’ll obey you, henceforth,” he said, feeling like a miscreant caught in the


    act.


    Helpless, Millie felt shadowed by a relentless hunter.


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    With Millie’s rejection echoing in the air, Rnd’s grasp on the flower seemed burdensome, prompting


    him to relinquish it to the winds. Despite its origins as a precious creation nurtured by Delia’s care, he


    cast it aside without hesitation.


    “Rnd, what are you doing?”


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    Abruptly, a furious exmation pierced the air from behind. It was Laurel who strode forth, her gaze


    falling upon the discarded blooms that adorned the ground, a disapproving furrow knitting her brows.


    Moments ago, Delia emerged, kettle in hand, ready to nourish her cherished blooms. s, her intent


    was foiled by the sight of their defacement, evoking an outburst of indignant curses.


    “By what audacity were my flowers plucked? May your path lead you to the depths of damnation. You


    wretched scoundrel!”


    Truly, the rustic woman disyed a markedck of refinement. Speechless, Laurel interjected, “Halt.


    Rnd is the one responsible, likely seeking to win Millie’s favor with these flowers.”


    Onprehension, Delia’s impulse was to administer a self-inflicted p, a wish to undo her prior


    utterance.


    “What’s the good in this? How can Millie ever favor him after his past venom? Fetch your brother


    before he’s aughingstock,” she urged Laurel.


    Ergo, she sought out Rnd.


    “Why are you lingering here? Return from where you came. Refrain from intruding upon our affairs.”


    Upon catching sight of her, Rnd promptly gestured, apprehensive of her potential disruption to his


    interaction with Millie.


    At the sound of Laurel’s voice, Millie pivoted, her countenance bearing a frown as her gaze settled


    upon her.


    The duo locked gazes, their expressions marred by an air of palpable hostility.


    Millie’s eyes brimmed with contempt, while Laurel’s jealousy manifested in the subtle pinch of her palm.


    Millie had wedded Marcus, a scion of a family even mightier than the Morgans, a fact that ignited a


    green me within Laurel.


    Impatience was etched across Laurel’s demeanor.