Chapter 271

“Marcus!”

Turning around, Marcus found the source of the voice. He was taken aback and quickly walked over.

“How did you end up in this state?”

The woman shook her head with a look of despair, her eyes wide with fright.

“I'm not feeling well. Can you please take me to the hospital?”

Patrick, emerging from the restroom, caught sight of Marcus taking off his jacket and draping it over a woman.

With a troubled expression etched on his face, Patrick went back to his table. Just in time, a goblet of honey-infused lemonade

was paraded to his table.

This wasn’t his order. Patrick cocked his brow in surprise and tured to see Millie wearing a warm smile.

“On the house,” she said, her voice twinkling like morning dew. “I prepared this myself. Please be the first to savor it. | value your

feedback.”

Upon surveying Millie, who had been toiling tirelessly all evening without a hint of exhaustion but rather a playful glint in her eyes,

Patrick’s heart ached like a wounded bird. His mind was haunted by the scene he had witnessed outside the restroom.

Back at the orange orchard, everyone slacked off, with the sole exception of Millie, wno worked eamestly. Here, amidst the laid-

back waiters, her industrious spirit shone again.

Despite their infrequent encounters, Patrick held a deep regard for Millie; in his eyes, she was a benevolent soul who deserved

nothing but kindness.

In the throes of a sweltering summer, the restaurant manager issued a challenge to the staff: dream up a cooling concoction to

quench the heat. The most refreshing and popular recipe would grace the restaurant's menu.

In the excited frenzy, a plethora of beverages were crafted. Millie, seizing a moment of respite, concocted a blend of honey and

lemonade.

The drink was a symphony of sweet and sour notes, its virtues extending beyond taste and promising beauty, weight loss, and

relief from the scorching summer heat.

“Thanks.” Patrick took a direct sip from the goblet. The fusion of sweetness and sourness flowed into his throat, leaving him

rejuvenated. He nodded, his words as clear as a mountain stream. “This honey lemonade of yours will be an instant hit.”

“Do you truly believe that?” Millie blinked at his exceptionally high praise, a smile dancing on her lips.

Her smile radiated an innocence and beauty that outshone everything else in the world.

“Of course. You can offer this to others if you doubt my verdict.”

Boosted by his endorsement, Millie expressed her gratitude. “Thank you.”

“But it intrigues me. Why offer the first glass to me and not Mr. Thomas?” Unable to hold back his curiosity, Patrick hinted at the

lurking presence of Marcus.

“Marcus?” Millie echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion.