Chapter: 187

Once seated, though tardy, Millie found her appetite missing. An unbearable weight clung to her heart.

Apart from Marcus, the others at the table were the company’s brass, the power holders. As Millie occupied her seat, their expressions morphed into inquisitive masks.

Marcus, unfazed, picked up his milk glass, leaned back leisurely, and cast a sideways glance at Millie.

He remembered how he had slipped back into his room at the crack of dawn, guilt gnawing at his conscience as he stole a glance at Millie’s flushed, peaceful countenance in slumber.

His initial intention was merely to find solace in Millie’s bed, troubled by sleepless nights. But seeing her sleep so peacefully, his heart faltered, succumbing to the temptation of staying longer.

with its touch, before promptly departing. However, little did he anticipate that he would find himself on the cusp of slumber, lingering in the embrace of sleep until the

knew that he slept in her bed last night, she

never doubted his allure, he had an uncanny feeling that if Millie were to discover his nocturnal intrusion, her reaction would not mirror the delight of a

piece of bread and chewed, she allowed her palm to prop

who that man last night

in her room before she retired for the night and surreptitiously shot

if he had unlatched the window in

profile of

so precise they almost locked eyes, but Millie managed to avert her gaze

her

under the weather. Shall

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