Chapter 1127

“Ha ha, she’s quite adorable, isn’t she?”

Millie pressed her lips together tightly, her mind racing with uncertainty. She couldn’t bring herself to

kiss him with all these eyes on them.

Softly, Marcus spoke, crooking his finger once more in a gesture of reassurance and guidance.

His gaze held both encouragement and a sense of security, coaxing Millie toward his embrace.

“Come here, my love.”

With palms dampened by sweat, Millie started to walk over, her heart drumming a rapid rhythm. Her

legs felt weak, and she feared collapsing under the pressure. She mustered a slight lift of her head and

whispered softly, “Honey, can we skip the kiss?”

Kissing him in front of this audience was an impossible feat for her.

In the dim lighting, her cheeks took on a faint rosy hue, and her natural, unadorned beauty stood in

stark contrast to the bustling ambiance around them. Despite the absence of elaborate makeup,

Marcus found himself captivated.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Marcus drew her closer, his touch both gentle and sure. He

skillfully pressed his lips against hers.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into cheers, a palpable wave of excitement washing over them.

Millie anticipated a brief kiss, but it stretched into a lingering moment.

A gust of wind unraveled the string holding Millie’s hair, and her long black locks danced in the breeze.

Each strand seemed to come alive.

The spectators marveled at the sight.

Given Marcus’ towering height, Millie had to tiptoe slightly each time their lips met.

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Observing this, the surrounding men were envious of Marcus.

Though Millie wore no extravagant jewelry or earrings, she left a strong impression with her aura of

purity and innocence.

Her luminous eyes resembled the moonlit sky.

Her pure appearance was Marcus’ and his alone, sparking jealousy among others.

Envious, someone remarked, “The story is true, eh? Mr. Thomas really married a charming wife.”

“I envy him greatly,” said another.

After the kiss, Marcus whispered into her ear, “Step back and stay safe. Wait for me at the finish line.

I’m determined to claim the grand prize for you.”

“Alright.”

Millie nodded in compliance, feeling somewhat intoxicated.

Under the night sky, fuel had been spread on both sides of the track, and flames climbed along the

lengthy trail of gas.