Marcus’ icy stare was fixed on Millie’s pale forehead as he threatened in a steely tone, “Dare to spread rumors like this again, and I’ll break your legs.”

Millie’s lips twitched at the ominous threat. His imposing aura silenced her, rendering her too terrified to retaliate.

Unhappily, Millie dropped her gaze, hoping to shield herself from Marcus’ icy stare.

To her dismay, a splash of red arrested her eyes—a silk scarf negligently discarded not too far away!

An unsettling premonition began to curl in Millie’s gut.

With a sense of impending doom, she rose from her seat, each footfall echoing her rising unease. She stooped to collect the item—a silk scarf of the type donned by women—that had previously escaped her notice.

unmistakable scent of feminine perfume. The world

other woman must have come here before her. Millie pieced it together in

a

at the sight of the silk

composure. The silk scarf was

she

assumption. He closed

“You’re misunderstanding,” he implored.

any heed, a knot of

is hers, but nothing transpired between us. You must’ve noticed the effect

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