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.

head, attempting to shake off the remnants

been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set

stood up and made her way to the kitchen, retrieving an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk

However, the moment he carried it into his study, a

homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper when an unexpected

way! Millie’s face wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial

coffee companion, nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing the shocking

Mia’s hands and scanned

been

swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered

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