Chapter 719

Their muffled entreaties filtered through the tape.

She desired to avoid them; did it signify banishing them to an isolated place or rendering them

inconspicuous to the world? The two were utterly clueless.

However, Derek wasn’t inclined towards clemency. Given that Millie expressed a wish to never see

them again, the most efficacious route was to send them into oblivion.

“Leave it to Derek. I guarantee you’ll never have to lay eyes on them again.”

With that assurance, Marcus departed with Millie.

By the river’s edge, the wind tousled Millie’s delicate hair. She delicately tucked it behind her ear.

Tonight, she wore her hair long, coupled with an elegant dress—an ensemble radiating purity and

allure.

As Marcus released Millie’s hand, his gaze lingered on her graceful form. He felt the injection of that

specific medicinal solution to temporarily seal his wound had been more than worthwhile.

Had he returned any later, Millie might have dismissed him entirely.

However, as they walked to a more open space, Millie halted and realized that Marcus, who had been

holding her hand, had disappeared.

Amid the ebb and flow of passing individuals, none of them seemed familiar. A sensation of

apprehension gripped Millie’s heart, causing it to momentarily seize.

But, soon enough, Marcus reappeared before Millie. While she wasn’t diminutive in stature, her nearly

six-foot frame appeared slightly reduced by Marcus’ towering presence.

“| went to purchase something.”

Marcus raised his brows, his hands extending, Nestled in his broad palm was a hair band adomed with

pearl.

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks were aflame.

“The wind disarrayed your hair. Allow me.”

Observing attentively during their journey, Marcus noted that Millie had often fussed over her hair.

Sometimes it even found its way into her mouth.

“Thank you.”

About to tie her hair herself, Millie found Marcus walking up behind her. Gently, he reached out and

took hold of her raven-black locks.

“Let me have a try.”

Marcus’ actions were gentle, almost as though he feared causing her harm.

This unexpected tenderness from Marcus made Millie, who had been composed before, suddenly

nervous. She lowered her head, feeling the weight of the collective gaze upon them.