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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.

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

grin, eased Celeste

stomach, Millie averted her gaze, anticipation stirring for

flurry of dishes began their parade on the table. Millie’s eyes immediately locked on the succulent stewed carp. She wasn’t alone, though; Rhea’s eyes, too, bore into the fish, her lips tightening. The fish was Marcus’ catch,

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

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

grip on her fork

the end of the meal, Bruce noticed that his cousin-in-law

worry for Millie was amplified by her relentless consumption of it. To add to his concem, Millie’s lips

not sample some of the other dishes? More balanced, milder meals are generally better suited for women.” Bruce