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.

Millie’s eyes. Rhea’s swift charm

triumphant grin, eased Celeste

averted her gaze,

succulent stewed carp. She wasn’t alone, though; Rhea’s

commenced, Millie sampled the fish. It burst with flavor in her mouth— slightly fiery but

painting her features. She obviously

on her fork

noticed

for Millie was amplified by her relentless consumption of

other dishes? More balanced, milder meals are generally better suited for women.” Bruce

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