Chapter 1173

The preliminary blueprint advanced by the Thomas Group, pertaining to that expanse of land, is

currently grappling with a provisional delay by pertinent authorities.

Millie’s demeanor eased upon the disclosure.

“That’s reassuring. Your recent travels have exacted their toll. A respite is imperative for rejuvenation,”

Millie advised.

Selecting a banana from the spread, she unveiled it and proffered it to him. Indeed, from the instant of

his arrival, the imprints of fatigue marred his visage. The cavalcade of business trips bore heavily on

him.

Marcus leaned against the settee’s backrest, admitting the tendered banana from Millie’s hand,

enveloping her within his embrace.

“These bygone days, embroiled in expeditions and ceaseless rendezvous, have exacted their toll,

leaving my repose to dwindle. Be at ease,”

Marcus confessed, his chin grazing Millie’s crown, his senses ensnared by the bouquet of her hair.

Then he allowed his eyes to shutter, succumbing to a brief respite.

Amidst the constant voyages that constituted his business endeavors, sound sleep had eluded him. Yet

it wasn’t the result of his engagements alone. Ordinarily, heightened activity begets swifter repose upon

reclining. However, even within his bed, slumber evaded him. This persistent wakefulness over

successive nights had begun to corrode his disposition, rendering him prone to irritability.

However, the presence of Millie nestled within his arms ushered in a fleeting tranquility. He tenderly

stroked her velvety Locks.

“Did my absence weigh upon you throughout these days of my sojourn?”

Marcus inquired.

Observing his evident fatigue, Millie was loath to impose further. In the cocoon of his embrace, she

offered a gentle nod.

“It brings me comfort to hear that.” Marcus’s lips curled into a smile as he bestowed a kiss on her brow.

This gesture, gentle and tender, kindled a soft flutter within Millie’s chest.

“Disclose, how did you ascend to the mantle of Sky Heart’s artisan?”

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Millie’s voice, a hushed whisper, filled the space.

“Do you perhaps harbor reservations? Don’t I look like a person who can design Sky Heart?”

“Indeed not. My curiosity merely seeks the origin of such profound aptitude within one so young. My

admiration is genuine,” Marcus assured.

From the moment of their union within the Thomas clan, Marcus had never fathomed that Millie was a

jewelry designer until his grandmother’s birthday soirée. Preceding the Snow Hotel incident, he could

scarcely conceive that Millie’s designs could outshine Nancy’s.

And in the throes of the present occasion, the revelation of Millie as the architect of the Sky Heart was

unforeseen.

Time and again, she had effortlessly exceeded his presumptions.

Never had he envisioned that her delicate demeanor could harbor such profound skill. Earlier that

morning, when tears had graced her countenance, he’d anticipated her capitulation.

Yet her triumph was resounding.

“Truthfully, my odyssey to jewelry design is intricately linked to my mother. In my childhood, she would

craft an array of small trinkets for me, particularly an assortment of hairpins. I’d watch her, entranced by

the artistry, and with the passage of time, this fascination burgeoned into a penchant for these exquisite

adornments.