Chapter 840

“In truth, a sudden recollection has surfaced, demanding my attention. Regrettably, I find myself

compelled to take my leave at this juncture.” The explanation unfurled with an air of unexpected

urgency.

Armed with the foresight of the impending impact of the toxic pollen on Millie, Rhea swiftly discerned

the imperative to exit promptly, preempting any seeds of doubt among their companions.

A pang of regret struck her; she couldn’t witness the agony blossoming in Millie’s core. What a tragic

loss!

“Leave now?”

Darin’s confusion deepened as Rhea’s choice swerved unexpectedly. A tinge of sorrow settled within

him, given his devoted Labor in grilling the oysters, which she spurned without a taste.

“Pause for a moment, please. Permit me to bid them farewell. We shall depart as a unit.”

Though sadness tugged at his heart, Darin’s loyalty led him to accompany Rhea, the draw of her

presence a Lingering hope.

“Our departure is imminent. May you bask in moments of delight.” The farewell conveyed with a touch

of well-wishing. Darin ambled gracefully to each individual, extending his greetings in a sequence of

personal connections, until eventually, he directed his steps towards Rhea.

“Pray, when shall the wedding invitation make its way to our hands? Do remember to extend an

invitation to us for the matrimonial celebration.” Mylo’s boisterous inquiry rang out, accompanied by a

grin.

Rhea’s frown was a storm cloud on the horizon, but Darin, the ever-graceful host, turned and smiled at

the others.

“The preparations are nearing completion. I shall personally place the invitation in your hands.”

Glass in hand, Millie savored another sip. Darin exuded a pleasing blend of politeness and charm,

capturing her admiration. Yet, his affection found its way to an unintended recipient.

“Millie, the source of your sigh escapes my understanding,” the inquiry unfolded, touched with a hint of

curiosity. Upon catching wind of Millie’s subtle exhalation, Bruce ventured closer.

Millie tilted her head, her voice carrying a note of intrigue.

“You’ve awakened, it seems. Delmor always claimed I was a skilled slumberer, yet I’ve come to realize

his assessment was amiss. Unlike you, I find it difficult to find repose amidst the constant bustling of

people traversing back and forth. Still, your ability to succumb to sleep is quite remarkable, a true gift.”

Bruce, arms folded across his chest, tilted slightly and inquired, “Last night, overtime held me in its grip,

rendering me quite drowsy today. And yourself? How did you spend your evening?”

Seeing his bright black eyes upon her, Millie found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

Subconsciously, she adjusted the silk scarf gracing her neck and averted her gaze, uncertainty coloring

her actions.

“The captivating night sky here entranced me. My gaze was steadfast, unable to break free,” Millie

replied, her words striving for a natural tone.

In this moment, a black car came to a halt along the road adjacent to the villa. Its windows were

shrouded in obscurity.

Seated in the rear, Leon cast his gaze towards the bustling scene within the villa. Amidst the throng of

figures, his eyes singularly gravitated towards Millie.

As his eyes rested upon her graceful form, his handsome countenance bore a touch of sorrow.

“Boss, would you Like to enter and say goodbye?” he assistant inquired, a palpable sense of distress

and despondency apparent in his tone. What a stroke of ill fortune had befallen his boss? The woman

he held profound affections for happened to be his own cousin’s spouse. And to compound matters,

the boss had nearly been responsible for Millie’s untimely demise in the past.