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Upon noticing Millie, the two exchanged warm smiles in greeting.

Following their exchange of pleasantries, Millie made her way toward the barbecue grill situated beneath a sprawling paulownia tree.

Marcus, his shirt sleeves rolled up, was seated by the grill, expertly tending to the abalone sizzling on the metal grates.

Millie settled beside him, and Marcus, wielding a pair of tongs, gestured toward a generously laden plate on the table.

“Feeling hungry? They’ve already grilled the food on that plate, ready for consumption.”

As she observed the food on the sizable plate, Millie refrained from serving herself any. Instead, she concentrated her attention on the abalone sizzling on the grill.

As expected, Marcus deftly transferred the grilled abalones onto a smaller plate, offering them to her. She accepted it gratefully.

Mylo observed the exchange and scratched his chest in amusement.

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“Millie, are you only going to indulge in abalones grilled by your husband? Do our grilled offerings not meet your standards?” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Millie stole a glance at the delectable abalone meat resting on her plate, her defense poised.

“No, I’m simply concerned that the abalones grilled earlier may have cooled, and consuming them could lead to stomach discomfort,” Millie admitted.

The truth was, despite the ready-to-eat grilled abalones, she simply yearned for those prepared by Marcus.

Mylo’s lips twitched at her explanation. The abalones on the table still sizzled temptingly with oil, making her excuse difficult to believe.

“Next time, can you come up with a more believable excuse? This makes you appear nearsighted,” he quipped.

Mylo, however, received a stern gaze from Marcus, prompting him to wisely drop the subject.

ALL right, he decided to let it go.

Marcus observed Millie as she was on the verge of putting the abalone meat into her mouth.

“Be cautious, it’s still hot,” he cautioned her, attentively opening a bottle of yogurt and placing it in front of her, displaying thoughtfulness.

“Are Miss Miller and Mylo together?” Millie inquired softly.

Marcus directed a brief glance toward the lounge chairs where Mylo and Judie engaged in conversation before shaking his head.

“I’m not entirely sure. If you’re truly curious, I can inquire with Mylo later.”

“No, no, that’s alright,” Millie quickly replied, thinking that Marcus might have some insights.

Weren’t they aware that Judie had long held affections for Bruce?

Could a woman’s emotions truly shift so effortlessly?