Marcus, his expression condescending, made no effort to repeat himself as he looked down at her.

Two seconds later, Millie motioned to a nearby servant.

“Come here and fetch him a glass of milk.”

“Did I ask for her involvement?” Marcus restrained his temper, his patience wearing thin. They had just left the bar, yet Millie seemed determined to provoke him once more.

It seemed tonight’s lesson wasn’t enough for her.

Millie instinctively lowered her head, stealing a glance at her legs as the memories of soreness and numbness flooded back.

to

once chipper mood had been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set

a large bottle of milk resting on the table, pouring its contents into the glass before extending it

cast a glance her way, accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it into his study, a triumphant smirk crept across his

nestled within the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when an

marred at all. That was an artificial scar. She tricked

suffered a beverage

from Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage tremors

been feigning

media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered

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