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.

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

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

chair, a sense of relaxation washing over

man beside her set down his fork, his foot

me upstairs. I need to

Millie watched Marcus

in Rhea’s

he asked her to join him? Why was the door closed? Raising her

warning,

“ah”

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