A name spoken in such a hazy state of consciousness spoke volumes about its bearer’s significance in his heart.

Rhea had pieced together Marcus’ intentions the moment he gravitated towards the elevator.

His room here was no secret to her; she had visited it in the past.

She arrived at the other end of the corridor via a separate elevator, counting her lucky stars.

Fate smiled upon her again as she encountered a cleaning lady nearby. Recognizing her as Marcus’ friend, the cleaning lady, unsuspecting of Rhea’s intentions, permitted her entry to retrieve some files for Marcus before proceeding with her own chores.

“Why have you fallen silent?”

was like a refreshing

He was aware that Millie disliked him taking liberties

his hand was moving

to nag at him. Millie’s nose was more pronounced, and

to gather his wits and bellow,

taken aback but bit her tongue,

identity and

still possess some semblance of reason? Shouldn’t he have succumbed to his urges and disregarded everything

the subsequent moment, Rhea found her chin imprisoned in a vice-like grip as Marcus thundered,

how Marcus, under the influence of the drug, possessed such remarkable strength. Her chin

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