They arrived at Rylie’s residential area just as Marcus’ phone rang.


    It was Trenton, informing him that the overseas delegation had arrived at thepany, requiring


    Marcus’ personal attention.


    Upon hanging up, Millie, fully grasping the situation, said understandingly, “I’ll go up alone. I can take a


    taxi backter.


    Focus on your work.”


    “I’L call you when I’m finished. If you’re still here, I’lle and pick you up,” Marcus offered.


    “Okay,” Millie responded.


    Before exiting the car, she reached into her bag and retrieved a small red cloth pouch, handing it to


    Marcus.


    “Wait a moment; this is what I prayed for you at the temple,” she said softly.


    Surprised, Marcus realized that she had indeed prayed for him. He epted the pouch and explored


    its contents, feeling what seemed to be a jade pendant.


    Millie, a shade embarrassed, quickly stepped out of the car and headed to Rylie’s house.


    Upon opening the red cloth pouch, Marcus discovered aughing Buddha pendant. Its kind and


    cheerful countenance instantly lifted his spirits.


    Ang’s Library


    He smiled, tenderly cing the pendant in his chest pocket. As he was about to meet the delegation,


    wearing it at that moment wasn’t suitable.


    Little did he know, as he drove away, that in the many solitary days toe, this pendant would


    be his onlypanion.


    ording to the room number Rylie had told her, Millie located the room, and rang the doorbell.


    Soon, the door opened.


    “Come on in,” Rylie invited.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    With her belly already quite round, Rylie supported it with one hand, while with the other, she fetched a


    pair of slippers for Millie from the shelf next to her.


    After changing into the slippers, Millie surveyed the house. It was a standard three-bedroom dwelling


    with a blue fabric sofa in the living room. The tiles on the floor gleamed, clean and orderly.


    Rylie’s home was decorated in a warm fashion, adorned with bright flowers on the dining table and


    numerous photos on the walls.


    “Please have a seat. I’ll turn on the TV,” Rylie said enthusiastically.


    “Don’t bother, you’d better sit down,” Millie urged.


    Moving was bing a challenge for Rylie, as her rounded belly was quite noticeable. Millie, fearing


    she might slip and fall, quickly helped her to a nearby seat.


    Once seated, Rylie touched her face and asked, “Have I put on a lot of weight? I’ve been dealing with


    endocrine problemstely. My pores are opening up.”


    Every girl has a concern for her appearance. Speaking of this, a shadow of gloom crossed Rylie’s face.