Chapter: 193

Returning the collective glare, Millie spun on her heels and fled. She returned to the hotel, retrieved a basket, and then sprinted to the orchard. She began to pick every orange in sight. Her eyes began to sting as she was overcome with a sense of injustice.

She had no desire to return to this cursed place. Her luck here had been abysmal; she had been targeted for assassination, lost her virtue, and was nearly suffocated by that brute Marcus.

After collecting the oranges her grandmother wished to eat, she would make a swift exit. Regardless of the distance, she was determined to return home, even if she had to do it on foot.

“Marcus, are you so quickly willing to absolve Millie of her transgressions? She nearly brought about my end.”

Rhea, with the corner of her lips caught between her teeth, collapsed into a fit of tears. A torrent of disbelief surged within her as she registered Marcus’ readiness to forgive Millie. It felt as though her actions and her sacrifices were meaningless echoes in a vast void.

She was attempting to bridge the space between them, but he deftly

futility of her efforts, ceased her approach and settled into a contemplative stare

persistent endeavors, she remained an unnoticed shadow in

“Marcus.”

his name in a whisper, an attempt to snare

notice my

is your wife and your confidante. If 1 maintain my distance, she will not harm me, and I will cease

was at a loss for why Marcus responded to her with such cold disdain. Her hands

yourself anew,” Marcus instructed, his

Millie go, Rhea contemplated, a realization bitter and sorrowful like swallowing

“Very well.”

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