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.

wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How she

tranquilly. Marcus, too, was indulging his appetite, serving himself an additional bowl of

sense of relaxation washing over

beside her set down his fork, his foot brushing gently against

need to discuss

Millie watched

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

closed. Hadn’t he asked her to join him? Why

the door swung open. Without warning, Millie’s wrist was

“ah”

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