Chapter 1174

Following her passing, the void left behind fueled my devotion to exploring diverse facets of jewelry

craftsmanship. As for the genesis of the Sky Heart, it’s a union of unswerving diligence and unwavering

commitment. Perhaps I possess a modicum of innate talent, yet complacency remains impermissible.

Even during my elementary school years, volumes such as ‘Contemporary Jewelry Design, Inspiration

and Expression’ and ‘History of Design’ were my perennial companions.”

Hence, Millie’s proclivity for designing jewelry could be traced back to the maternal influence that

permeated her childhood.

Marcus found himself profoundly moved by her narrative. Recollections of Mia’s impassioned

narratives regarding Millie during his visits to the Brown family surged to the forefront of his thoughts,

invoking an ache within him.

A resolve crystallized within him, a determination to safeguard her henceforth. To all outward

appearances, she projected an unassailable fortitude, yet beneath that veneer lay fragility.

“Are you not inclined to partake in social interactions?”

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Millie’s gaze ascended to his flawless visage. Despite the curtain’s fall at the press conference, the

exhibition endured.

“No, I abstain. Delegation to the vice president is in order,” Marcus elucidated, his timbre steeped in

gentleness.

“Hence, should I interpret your presence amid the ongoing event as a manifestation of your longing, a

yearning to find me?”

Millie’s smile held a honeyed grace, her voice a tender serenade.

Marcus bowed his head, his lips tenderly capturing her silken ones.

“I sought you out to settle the score.”

Millie had been on the verge of gently nudging Marcus away. This was, after all, a public lounge, not

their private sanctuary.

Yet, when her gaze met his, his knitted brows smoothed into a cascade of serenity, and he graced her

lips with a kiss so tender, akin to savoring the most delectable of jellies. Her thoughts were swiftly

quelled.

After a while, Marcus relinquished his hold on Millie, lacing his fingers through hers and placing her

hand against his temple.

“Go ahead, grant me the solace of your massage.”

Millie’s rounded fingertips gently kneaded the flesh encircling his temple. The strung nerves, under the

gentle ministrations, began to unclench, “I’m beginning to think you’re ensnaring me.” Millie pouted, her

tone carrying a hint of reproach.

Marcus lifted his onyx gaze, his hand spanning her waist as a smile graced his lips.

“What recourse do you possess? I’m poised not only to enthrall you now but throughout the entirety of

our shared existence. Prepare yourself mentally.”

With that declaration, Millie simulated vexation, knitting her brows playfully.

“Fanciful notions. I won’t be shackled by you. You’re no emperor, and I’m certainly not your vassal.”

As Marcus Luxuriated in the sensation, his eyes sealed in contentment, a rush of elation engulfed him.

Millie’s words protested acquiescence, but the pressure she exerted, aptly calibrated, soothed his

strained muscles. Millie embodied quintessential femininity-strong yet yielding —qualities that couldn’t

help but invoke adoration.

Millie moistened her lips, exuding confidence.

“Does the massage meet your satisfaction?”

Her touch, supple and tender, elicited ease within him. Their proximity allowed his senses to be awash

with the scent of her, an elixir that dissipated his fatigue.