“Ym afraid you must dine alone. It is currently my working hours, and as a waitress, I cannot accompany you.” Millie gently massaged her slender fingers as she spoke.

Earlier, within the confines of the private chamber, she noticed that Marcus had scarcely touched his food.

“There is no need to use your employment as an excuse. Rise, join me!” Marcus‘ gaze fell upon Millie’s service attire; his vexation was tangible. It irked him that his wife was here, serving others.

“And why, pray, should I rise? If you hunger, come join me below.” Millie’s features were flushed with indignant heat.

She loathed such unceremonious commands; they were belittling to her dignity.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed, incredulous at Millie’s audacity to request he descend. Was she not aware of whom she was addressing? Yet he held his temper in check, opting for a change in his approach.

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reproach that repulsive man in the private room earlier.

Millie ascended, expending considerable energy to reach

I do not fear ascending. I must return to work now. Please feel free to dine alone. Or are you unable to enjoy your meal without

her beauty, before regaining his composure. His voice was icy,

“Come with me.”

the absence of footsteps behind him. As he

restaurant manager and reveal your identity

in an instant, thinking of Grace’s potential return and the need to maintain her

top floor, where an open-air restaurant was

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