Millie’s hands quivered, and her body was tense. Minutes later, a semblance of quiet settled, affirming the assailant’s retreat.

With trembling hands, Millie illuminated the room, A few droplets of blood adorned the floor, the knife’s blade stained by blood.

Her premonitions had fueled her unease before bedtime, Fortuitously, she had placed a knife beneath her pillow as a safeguard against unforeseen threats.

Though her legs wavered, Millie resolutely wiped the knife clean, tidied the room, and inspected the entrance. Just as she expected, the door had been tampered with.

Fortunately, the assailant wouldn’t likely return tonight, hampered by their wound,

Millie wedged a chair against the door, reclaiming her room’s security. Sitting on her bed, she contemplated contacting Marcus to divulge the attempted assault. Yet, glancing at the late hour, she decided against it, opting to spare him the late-night disturbance.

Rest eluded Millie throughout the tumultuous night, granting her only reprieve with dawn’s arrival.

intent on locating someone to address

a basket

garden. I picked these for you, I heard they’re great for a girl’s complexion,” he

were plump,

was determined to maintain a boundary,

her smile measured. Patrick was perceptive of Millie’s intentions: her reluctance to

them. Just have a taste, okay?

up, spotting Roland approaching with a reddened and swollen face. Clearly, the insect’s poison

chances are slim, I’m pursuing her,” Roland declared with a measure of arrogance, intervening in the scene as if asserting

that Patrick was pestering

strawberries and go. If Millie wants strawberries, I’ll buy them for her, You don’t have the right to provide for her,” Roland

took a step back, his countenance darkening, yet a flicker of

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