Chapter 1189

Millie leafed through the pages, appreciating the stunning pair immortalized in equally stunning

settings. The album radiated joy, and Millie felt a sense of happiness for Miss Fairclough.

Marcus set down his utensils and leaned in to whisper, “You seem quite engrossed in someone else’s

wedding album. Don’t forget, we have our own to look through at home.”

Millie Looked at Marcus, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well, the groom in these photos is quite a catch.”

Pretending to reach for a tissue, Marcus met her eyes, his face a picture of self-assurance.

“I’ve met Mr. Lawrence, and while he’s certainly easy on the eyes, he’s no match for me.”

After the meal concluded, they parted ways. As Marcus and Millie settled into the car, Marcus noted her

distant demeanor.

Gently placing his hand on her shoulder, he leaned toward her in the passenger seat.

“Do you find yourself wishing for a grand wedding like the one we heard about?” he asked softly.

Over the course of the meal, Miss Fairclough animatedly detailed the splendor and grandiosity planned

for her imminent wedding. All the while, Millie listened with rapt attention.

From her focused demeanor, Marcus could sense that Millie harbored a touch of envy for such lavish

nuptials.

Despite Marcus seeing through her, Millie opted for denial.

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“Not at all,” she maintained.

Yet, as she listened to Miss Fairclough detail the upcoming splendor, a pang of longing had struck her.

The prospect of such a grand union between the Fairclough and Lawrence families was something

most would aspire to.

Not only Millie, but many young women would also likely aspire to and feel envious of such a wedding.

Marcus took Millie’s hand in his, gripping it firmly.

“I’m sorry we never had a proper wedding,” he admitted.

When they tied the knot, they didn’t even celebrate with a basic ceremony, let alone a grand wedding.

Millie must have felt somewhat disappointed.

Given the Thomas family’s considerable clout and resources, they could have easily put on a wedding

that outshined even the grand affair planned by the Fairclough and Lawrence families.

Millie shook her head, squeezing Marcus’s hand reassuringly as she smiled.

“Darling, it’s of no consequence. Back then, we barely knew each other. There were no deep feelings

between us. What would have been the point of a grand ceremony? We’d have spent it awkwardly

avoiding eye contact.”

Marcus leaned back, his gaze lifting to the open sky. He stroked Millie’s palm thoughtfully, lost in a

moment of reflection.