Chapter 295

“Ihave a matter to attend to at the office. | must leave,” he announced.

Amomentary stillness settled upon Millie's countenance. Her gaze rested upon the untouched eggs and coffee adorning the

table, and she responded with a simple utterance of “alright.”

It resembled a spread of dishes she had thoughtfully prepared, generously laid out upon the table. However, after merely tasting

a couple of bites, the guests seemed to lose interest, and as a result, she couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed.

Marcus rose and, to her surprise, approached the counter.

“Do you have any takeaway bags? Please pack it up.”

“Yes.” The boss glanced at the recently vacated chair where Marcus had been seated and promptly presented him with two

packed bags brimming with enthusiasm.

Marcus returned to the table, slipped the two eggs into one of the bags, the unfinished sandwich into the other, and took a few

sips of coffee.

Millie watched in amazement.

“I'll have them at the office,” Marcus said, clarifying his actions.

Dressed impeccably, Marcus exited the shop, heading towards his luxurious Bentley with two bags in hand.

After Marcus’ departure, Millie was joined at her table by a stern-faced Leon. With all the other seats occupied, Leon found a

spot opposite her.

Millie’s astonishment was palpable as she scanned her surroundings and noted that the seats adjacent to her were occupied.

Could it be that he chose this spot due to the other seats being occupied?

Encountering him here was an unexpected delight for Millie. Considering the downtown hospital’s location, she had estimated it

would require a minimum of twenty minutes to reach, which made her wonder how he managed to find his way to this particular

breakfast shop.

Casually, Leon said, “No need to guess. | just happened to pass by here.”

Millie nodded in acknowledgment. Leon had guessed her thoughts correctly.

“Okay.”

While peeling an egg, Leon observed Millie sitting alone.

“Why so quiet today?”

She hadn't expected him to strike up a conversation. Her mood, however, was not cooperative. Recent events had revealed

Leon’s ruthlessness.

Until a day came when their interests aligned, there seemed to be no hope for her grandmother’s surgery.

“you understand my thoughts, and | know your objections. So | think it’s best to conserve some energy.”

Leon smirked. “You're learning to be pragmatic; that’s good. But remember, perseverance is also key. Who knows, | might agree

one day.” Leon smiled slyly.