Bjorn’s caustic commentary left Millie momentarily winded. She fixed him with a piercing gaze, her eyes aglow with indignant fury. The audacity of this tattooed oaf to liken her intellect to that of a pig?

“What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle; serve my coffee, you malodorous wench,”

Bjorn chided impatiently.

“This lout is overstepping his bounds. It’s time we taught him some manners.”

Derek leaned towards Marcus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Observing the escalating tension, Marcus, however, furrowed his brows, his gaze softening as it fell on Millie, who was struggling to contain her anger.

how

assault. “Are you hard of hearing?

of her tolerance. Such humiliation was unmerited, she ruminated. As a mere waitress, what could she have possibly done to warrant this? She’d traversed a multitude of workplaces, yet none had housed a patron as reprehensibly

presented the cup of coffee before Bjorn and swiveled on her

to pay for a greater cause. The potential implications for her dear friend Grace at this establishment were a primary concern. Should she retaliate and trigger Bjorn’s wrath, it could result

dismiss Bjorn as the village fool, she decided his provocations were unworthy

just as she had taken her first step of retreat, the shrill sound of shattering porcelain echoed

Serve another cup, this time at an appropriate

rolled her eyes, a touch of incredulity lighting them. Was this man

prepare another,” Millie conceded with a forced

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