“I apologize. Allow me to help you clean your clothes.”

The girl eventually opted not to reveal the truth. She turned towards Millie, offering an apology.

Millie’s irate eyes shifted between the girl and Rosie.

“No, thank you. I’ll wash up.”

Before departing, Millie intentionally brushed against Rosie, spilling coffee on her.

“Ahi”

“Millie, stop!”

maintained her pace,

you’re a grown adult well into your thirties, yet your behavior is remarkably juvenile. Treating others as

comment about her

was considerably younger than Rosie. It was an inescapable truth that Rosie couldn’t

countenance, an attribute that aroused both

the restroom to address the coffee stains on her attire. The dampness clung to her skin, generating a distinct sense of discomfort. Regrettably, her circumstances left her no alternative; without a change of clothing available,

restroom, she found her seat occupied. Bruce sat there casually, toying with a

women in the office discreetly

Angela’s Library

defined by

you here?” Millie

legs languidly and responded, “I dropped by to see Marcus.

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