Chapter 858

“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s

transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with

her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

Delia’s anger surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering her bowl upon

Roland’s unsuspecting crown.

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“I mourn my past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are like a fire. I must win her heart and hand.”

Post-dinner, Millie lingered in Roland’s thoughts. A casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant

peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie, too, cherished such blooms.

Sneaking a glance at Delia, busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the

vibrant blossoms to seek Millie.

At that moment, Millie, fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing

on her lips, basking in the night’s gentle embrace.

Roland hastened to her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“Millie, a gift bestowed upon you.”

But Millie recoiled, sneezing at the fragrance, which was overpowering.

Observing Millie’s delicate sneeze accompanied by a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried

a nervous timbre as he ventured to speak.

“From my very own abode, I plucked these blossoms. I understand they lack adornment in their current

state. Kindly accept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers bedecked in delicate

wrappings.”

Millie’s discerning gaze swept over Roland, revealing his meticulous transformation. A switch of T-shirt

and the exchange of slippers for sneakers portrayed his newfound sartorial endeavor.

Inwardly, Millie sighed, noting this as Roland’s first display of true seriousness.

“I’m married. Offer your flowers to another,” she declared, a wall of finality in her voice.

Millie harbored no inclination to engage with the haughty gentleman, whose benevolence seemed

reserved solely for outward allure.

Gracefully, Millie strode past Roland, her journey persisting in a forward trajectory.

The revelation of her marital status caught Roland off guard, a poignant realization that infused his

heart with a tinge of melancholy.