“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.
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Unperturbed by her polite refusal, the
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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?
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Doubts threaded through his
thoughts like veins of uncertainty,
each pulse sor
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knock on her door, yet here she was,
entwined in conversation and mirth
with another man. He whispered,
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In the days since their turbulence,
Marcus had yearned to grant her
breathing space, a a from the
a that had
engulfed them. However, the space
he intended for her introspection had
seemingly become a stage for her to
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