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Mylo’s heart skipped a beat as he noted her reaction. Women often disapprove of men going to such places.

“Trust me. I’ve never been to one,” he quickly assured.

Turning her face away, Judie replied coldly, “Who’s going to believe you?”

It would be somewhat credible if it were any other man, but Mylo, known for his wild lifestyle and claiming he had never visited such places, seemed highly unlikely to be believed by anyone.

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Mylo’s voice trembled with an earnest plea as he reached for Judie’s hand, his eyes filled with sincerity.

“It’s my fault, but you have to believe that since I met you, I’ve never set foot in a place like that. I’ve been consumed by thoughts of you. How could I find time for such endeavors when you, my dear, are my paradise?”

Judie, however, withdrew her hand abruptly and retorted, “Don’t touch me with your filthy hand.”

With deliberate distance, she inched a meter away, casting aside Mylo’s efforts.

Mylo’s hopes had crumbled. Everything he had attempted was in vain.

Watching the scene unfold, Marcus seized the opportunity to offer Millie a drink, making their closeness even more pronounced. Mylo gritted his teeth, refusing to shoulder this humiliation alone.

“By the way, you’ve been there too. Don’t just single me out.”

Millie furrowed her brows, her discomfort apparent.

“Men can be such scoundrels,” she muttered.

The image of the video she had witnessed loomed in her mind. In the dim lighting, a woman clad in tight attire and a short skirt knelt, gently massaging the guests’ feet.

The unsettling thought that one of those patrons might have been Marcus gnawed at her.

Marcus was perplexed. When did he visit that place? Mylo was causing problems for him.

“I swear, I’ve never set foot in that place, or I’ll meet a terrible fate.”

Disgusted, Millie set her drink aside.

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I need a moment alone.”

Despite over ten minutes of cajoling, Millie’s mood showed no signs of improvement as she continued to gaze into the pond, her focus on the fish. Marcus, who had been contemplating a cigarette, realized he had forgotten to bring any.

He glanced at Mylo, who felt a chill in the air.

In the midst of the fish spa, Marcus and Mylo couldn’t sit still any longer and decided to step outside to the pavilion for a smoke break.

The coldness in Marcus’s eyes sent shivers down Mylo’s spine as he settled beside him.