Millie threw a quizzical look at Marcus, uncertain of his motives.

“Try some soup,” Marcus suggested, his tone steady.

In a moment of perplexity, Millie pondered why.

After a few seconds, she flashed a smile. “Well, the soup does look tempting. I’ll have some.”

Millie relished a bowl of soup. Although it wasn’t the fish she craved, she was aware that her choice would still be a thom in Rhea’s side.

Marcus pursed his lips. Millie was an odd one, continuing to eat the spicy fish even as her lips swelled.

certain that this wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How

of the tense situation, Millie savored her soup in tranquilly. Marcus, too,

her chair, a sense of relaxation washing over her. She was

his fork, his foot brushing

upstairs. I need to discuss

her head, Millie watched

and jealousy swirling in Rhea’s eyes, Millie stood

closed. Hadn’t he asked her to join him? Why was the door closed? Raising her

warning, Millie’s wrist was seized, and she

“ah”

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