Chapter 615

“She had given me cold shoulder several times. Why is this woman so stubborn?”

Marcus gnashed his teeth, an itch of vexation crawling beneath his skin.

On every occasion he rapped upon her door, it remained obstinately shut, a mortifying display of

disregard that rankled his pride.

Resorting to his phone, he dialed Millie’s number, only to be met by unyielding silence.

Perplexity etched itself into Marcus’ features as he regarded his phone. “Why this persistent silence?

Your audacity swells with each passing moment.”

Upon observing Marcus’ agitation, an impulse to chuckle tugged at Derek, yet he suppressed it with a

resigned inward sigh.

How steadfast you were when sealing the divorce accord, he ruminated. And now, desperation courses

through your veins. Inwardly, Derek mused on the paradox, one he couldn’t help but find ironic.

“Perhaps she’s preoccupied at the moment. You might consider paying her a visit later. Truth be told,

her sojourn outside might prove beneficial. It could offer you both an opportunity to reconcile.”

An opportunity for reconciliation? A door that she hadn’t even cracked open? Such a notion struck

Marcus as a fanciful dream. As time ambled forward, he retrieved his car keys, rising from his seat with

unwavering determination. Regardless of the day’s proceedings, he resolved to apprehend Millie.

Should she continue to avert him at her threshold, he vowed to scale her defenses by way of the

window.

At the threshold of the community, Millie disembarked from the taxi, her arms laden with an assortment

of belongings.

Clothed in a simple T-shirt, her frame adorned by blue jeans that embraced her slender legs like a

second skin, her ivory neck peeking out from beneath the embrace of a ponytail. Millie maintained an

air of casual elegance, embodying beauty that was both modest and striking.

With determined steps, she charted a direct course toward the community, her path blissfully unaware

of the black car positioned inconspicuously nearby.

Only a few strides into her journey, her solitude was pierced by the swift approach of a young man,

tracing her footsteps.

As fate would have it, this man, a neighbor of equal age to Millie, exuded an enthusiastic charisma.

“Your load seems burdensome. Permit me to lend a hand,” he ventured.

Millie’s response was a subtle shake of her head, accompanied by the gracious words. “I’m truly

grateful, but I can manage on my own.”

An aversion to inconveniencing others was a creed she steadfastly upheld, carrying her self-sufficiency

as both a shield and an emblem of honor.

Unperturbed by her polite refusal, the young neighbor extended his warmth in tangible form, gathering

the boxes nestled in Millie’s grip. Together, they strode towards the haven of the community, forging a

connection on that shared journey.

From within the confines of his car, Marcus bore witness to this tableau, his gaze narrowing in

contemplation. What unspoken bond tied her to this companion?

Doubts threaded through his thoughts like veins of uncertainty, each pulse echoing his disquiet. She

hadn’t answered his calls or the knock on her door, yet here she was, entwined in conversation and

mirth with another man. He whispered, “Well played, Millie.”

In the days since their turbulence, Marcus had yearned to grant her breathing space, a respite from the

tempestuous emotions that had engulfed them. However, the space he intended for her introspection

had seemingly become a stage for her to explore new connections.