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“Are you truly intending to drive me to work?” Millie’s words were tentative, seeking affirmation.

Fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, Marcus confirmed, “I made a promise yesterday to drive you to work. But you took off before I had the chance. Consider this as me making amends.”

Observing Marcus’ arrogant demeanor, Millie emitted a soft sigh. It struck her as remarkable that he managed to recall the events of the prior day.

Millie circumvented the vehicle’s front and settled into it.

Under Rhea’s covetous stare, the car audaciously surged through the villa’s grand gates.

Catching a fleeting view of Millie’s petite abdomen, Marcus registered her attire for the day—a pristine white T-shirt, radiating an aura of purity and naiveté. Though her bosom showed a tender contour, her stomach seemed hollow and flat.

redirected her gaze to the

He observed that whenever Millie accompanied him in his car, her words were few, consumed either by sleep or the captivating

to leave no impression on

reality that she had stepped into Mia’s shoes to

brief passage of time, Millie realized that his attention had shifted away from her, and she cleared her throat

tried my hardest to dissuade Grandma from taking them. Alas, I was not victorious. You may argue that I lack competence, but

love between her and Marcus. She had given it her all. But she had never anticipated that no one would value her efforts, and instead, she

that no matter how cautious she was, she could not keep any thoughts or intentions hidden from

grave. Millie was convinced

with grievances, stirred up a sense of vexation within Marcus. He was also aware that his grandmother had an exceptionally challenging personality to