Before Millie could finish her sentence, Marcus had already walked away.

Meanwhile, the fishing rod had already been retrieved from the pond.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and her chest heaved with rage.

As the clock struck eight, Millie found herself drenched in perspiration. Fortunately, the strenuous task of trimming the myriad of plants and flowers was completed for the morning. She promptly gathered her tools before the first meal of the day.

Retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Millie cleansed herself and descended for breakfast.

No sooner had she settled at the table than Celeste and Rhea sauntered towards the dining area, faces lit with warm smiles.

danced in Millie’s eyes. Rhea’s swift charm

grin, eased Celeste

her rumbling stomach, Millie averted her gaze, anticipation stirring for the forthcoming

carp. She wasn’t alone, though; Rhea’s eyes, too, bore

the fish. It burst with flavor in

Millie, a venomous glare painting her features. She obviously interpreted Millie’s enjoyment

on

meal, Bruce noticed that his cousin-in-law seemed unduly fixated on

His worry for Millie was amplified by her relentless consumption of it. To add to

More balanced, milder meals are generally

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