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Chapter 531
Beside her, a companion sang Brenna’s praises.
Curiosity sparked within Mylo.
“preagend University, your alma mater? Curious how this fact lay concealed.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrenna’s response was a gentle whisper on the breeze. “Only unasked, my secrets remained.”
“Preagend University is a familiar institution, much akin to my friend’s wife’s alma mater. A multitude of its students seem to bear the blessing of beauty. As are you, radiating a captivating charm.”
Brenna inquired, “Is Millie the one you speak of, the wife of the Thomas Group’s president?” “Indeed. Are you acquainted with her?”
“Mylo, | pale in comparison to Mrs. Thomas.” A sudden tremor tinged Brenna’s voice as she nestled within Mylo’s embrace, her words carrying a bittersweet undertone.
Perplexed, Mylo queried, “What troubles you?”
A fleeting glance towards Marcus, veiled in shadows, revealed his cold stare fixed upon Brenna, inducing her to lower her gaze in vexation.
“It's nothing.” “Mylo, spare Brenna undue distress. The mere mention of Millie’s ninvokes profound fear within her.” “What do you mean!?” A sense of unease clung to Mylo, disdainful of obfuscated words.
Brenna’s friend quivered at Mylo’s reaction. With a lowered head, she revealed, “Brenna bears a scar upon her forehead. A reminder of a past encounter...”
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Upon hearing this, Mylo’s brow furrowed, and his hand instinctively lifted to inspect Brenna’s forehead.
Indeed, a prominent scar marked its presence, measuring six or seven centimeters. Understanding dawned as to why Brenna had been protective of her bangs. “Refrain from gazing. Its visage is not a sight of beauty.” Brenna’s voice was laden with grievance.
Mylo’s glance shifted from Brenna to Marcus. His fingers cradled a wine glass, and his countenance was an enigma. Having been friends for years, Mylo sensed that Marcus anticipated the forthcoming revelations.
“Who was responsible? Pray, continue.”
“Desist, Mylo. Your friend might perceive my words as maligning his spouse.”