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.

She was certain that this wretched woman had bewitched Marcus.

tense situation, Millie savored her soup in tranquilly. Marcus, too, was indulging his appetite, serving himself an

a sense of relaxation washing over her. She was going

set down his fork, his foot

me upstairs. I need to discuss something with

head, Millie watched Marcus

and jealousy swirling in Rhea’s eyes, Millie stood and

she found the door closed. Hadn’t he asked her to join

warning, Millie’s wrist was seized, and she was

“ah”

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