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.

shaking, She was certain that this wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How she yearned

soup in tranquilly.

back in her chair, a sense of relaxation washing

down his fork, his foot brushing

me upstairs. I need to

head, Millie watched Marcus ascend the

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

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

swung open. Without warning, Millie’s wrist

“ah”

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