Chapter 760

A playful tone slipped from Marcus’ lips. “As you avowed moments ago, the silk’s embrace signifies

your affection for me. Admirable it is to possess the mettle to showcase your sentiments amidst this

multitude.”

Blushing was now Millie’s state; her earlier words had turned upon her. Her intention was to embolden

the collective, yet little did she anticipate becoming a trailblazer.

In unity, Millie and Marcus stood, a portrait of symmetry and an aura of serenity cascading forth.

Marcus’ visage was striking, an embodiment of suave charm, and his allure captured numerous gazes.

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Ebony silk and regal purple intertwined, and a harmonious union formed. Love, a noble and profound

essence, was intricately woven within.

“Concluded,” Millie’s demeanor diffident, she tightened the tie, swiftly returning to her seat.

Laughter billowed from the audience, a sea of good-natured jest.

Marcus’ gaze descended to the silk’s embrace, then rose to Millie, now seated, a ruddiness painting

her features. A smile, his silent reply.

Observation persisted, and as Louis held the stage, his speech regained the audience’s attention.

Quietly, Millie’s gaze clung to the screen, though her thoughts swirled in tumultuous disarray.

Hours later, Louis’ discourse came to fruition. Wit punctuated his oration, with few opting to abandon

their seats this time. Applause thundered, a testament to Louis’ triumph and Millie’s newfound reservoir

of knowledge.

In unison, the assembly dispersed, vacating the premises. Louis’ throat had a rasp from his exertions.

Fatigue was etched upon him.

“Exhausted am I; my throat aches,” he confessed.

A bottle of water materialized in Millie’s grasp and was offered to quench his parched throat.

“Hydration, dear Louis.”

In the aftermath, Millie remained, accompanied by students, restoring order to the hall. Midst her

efforts, a message arrived from Marcus.

“Pray, grace the president’s office with your presence.”

“I’m in the midst of tidying the hall,” Millie’s response echoed.

“Do you wish for me to extend a personal invitation?”

The task at hand relinquished, Millie made her way to the office, a pause granted to her work.

Within the expanse of the office, Randolph and Marcus occupied regal seats upon an opulent beige

settee.

A gentle knock on the door preceded Millie’s entrance.

“Enter!” Randolph’s welcome beckoned.

“Mr. Hinks.” Millie acknowledged, giving a nod of respect to Randolph before she took her place beside

Marcus.