Chapter 577

In the hush of the prior evening, while she knelt in a silent vigil, he remained ensconced on the sofa, his

vigil mirrored by the night’s wakefulness.

Guilt swirled within him as he reminisced about his oath to safeguard Aisha throughout their shared

lifetime. Yet last night, it was Millie’s tear-streaked countenance that looped relentlessly through the

corridors of his mind.

The unexpected torrent of Millie’s tears was a revelation that resonated with the quiet chambers of his

heart.

Millie’s fortune lay in the timely arrival of a taxi outside the villa’s embrace.

Following her departure, a BMW glided to a halt at the gate. Inside the car, Lois’ gaze widened as she

confronted the tableau before her.

It was Millie, emerging from the Sirius Villa.

Her presence was a puzzle before dawn’s curtain had fully risen.

Lois hastened out of her car, a breakfast bag in tow her features still tinged with the remnants of a

nightmare’s hold.

The dream unfolded at a ceremonial altar, where Leon and she stood, prepared to exchange vows.

But in the spectral mists of the dream, Leon relinquished the ring, departing into the throng alongside

Millie.

Dread colored Lois’ footsteps as she navigated the early hours, an itch only quelled by the sight of

Leon.

“Miss Rayne,” Julius’ voice intruded.

Her attention shifted to the corridor, a whispered query parting her lips. “Julius, did someone visit last

night?”

Julius, arrested by surprise, pondered if Lois had crossed paths with Millie, resulting in the former’s

misunderstanding.

The weight of Lois’ scrutiny stymied Julius’s capacity for deception.

“Yes,” he confessed.

“Who?” Lois inquired yet before Julius could answer, Leon descended the stairs. His directive cleaved

the air. “Julius, grant us privacy.”

Feeling relieved, Julius promptly left Leon and Lois alone.

Their glances converged, a dance of enigma between Leon’s composed facade and Lois’ clouded

confusion. While the silhouette of Millie was indisputable, questions veiled her mind as to the rationale

behind her pre-dawn sojourn.

“Why the early hour?” Leon inquired.

“I long to behold your presence upon the first light of my awakening.” Lois gracefully treaded her way to

the dining room and proclaimed, “Behold, I have procured the morning repast. Let us partake.”

With sagacity, Lois subdued the myriad of uncertainties dancing within her heart.