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.

on her fork was shaking, She was certain that this wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How she yearned to toss the

tranquilly. Marcus,

a sense of relaxation washing over

down his fork, his foot brushing gently against

me upstairs. I need to discuss something

watched Marcus

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

reaching the upper floor, she found the door closed. Hadn’t he asked her to join him? Why was the door closed?

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

“ah”

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