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 Celeste was impressive,

wearing a triumphant grin, eased

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

flurry of dishes began their parade on the table. Millie’s eyes immediately locked on the succulent stewed carp. She wasn’t alone,

burst

Millie, a venomous glare painting her

on her

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

was amplified by her relentless consumption of it.

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

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