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.

vigorously shook her head, attempting to

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

retrieving an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on the table, pouring its contents into the

pace. However, the moment he carried it into

earliest rays of dawn, nestled within the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed

face wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial scar.

her coffee companion, nearly suffered a

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

been feigning ugliness

resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered across the news, accompanied by a meticulous narration of

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