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.

shook her head, attempting to

chipper mood had been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her

for a large bottle of milk resting on

glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it

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

wasn’t marred at all. That was

coffee companion, nearly suffered a beverage

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

been

in Millie’s true visage

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