Upon noticing Millie, the two exchanged warm smiles in greeting.


    Following their exchange of pleasantries, Millie made her way toward the barbecue grill situated


    beneath a sprawling paulownia tree.


    Marcus, his shirt sleeves rolled up, was seated by the grill, expertly tending to the abalone sizzling on


    the metal grates.


    Millie settled beside him, and Marcus, wielding a pair of tongs, gestured toward a generouslyden


    te on the table.


    “Feeling hungry? They’ve already grilled the food on that te, ready for consumption.”


    As she observed the food on the sizable te, Millie refrained from serving herself any. Instead, she


    concentrated her attention on the abalone sizzling on the grill.


    As expected, Marcus deftly transferred the grilled abalones onto a smaller te, offering them to her.


    She epted it gratefully.


    Mylo observed the exchange and scratched his chest in amusement.


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    “Millie, are you only going to indulge in abalones grilled by your husband? Do our grilled offerings not


    meet your standards?”


    Millie stole a nce at the delectable abalone meat resting on her te, her defense poised.


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    “No, I’m simply concerned that the abalones grilled earlier may have cooled, and consuming them


    could lead to stomach difort,” Millie admitted.


    The truth was, despite the ready-to-eat grilled abalones, she simply yearned for those prepared by


    Marcus.


    Mylo’s lips twitched at her exnation. The abalones on the table still sizzled temptingly with oil,


    making her excuse difficult to believe.


    “Next time, can youe up with a more believable excuse? This makes you appear nearsighted,” he


    quipped.


    Mylo, however, received a stern gaze from Marcus, prompting him to wisely drop the subject.


    ALL right, he decided to let it go.


    Marcus observed Millie as she was on the verge of putting the abalone meat into her mouth.


    “Be cautious, it’s still hot,” he cautioned her, attentively opening a bottle of yogurt and cing it in front


    of her, disying thoughtfulness.


    “Are Miss Miller and Mylo together?” Millie inquired softly.


    Marcus directed a brief nce toward the lounge chairs where Mylo and Judie engaged in


    conversation before shaking his head.


    “I’m not entirely sure. If you’re truly curious, I can inquire with Myloter.”


    “No, no, that’s alright,” Millie quickly replied, thinking that Marcus might have some insights.


    Weren’t they aware that Judie had long held affections for Bruce?


    Could a woman’s emotions truly shift so effortlessly?