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.

feminine perfume. The world seemed to stop,

here before her. Millie pieced it together in her

eyes flicked to Marcus, a question woven

his brows at the sight of the silk scarf in Millie’s grasp. Undoubtedly a

her composure. The silk scarf was clenched in her hand, and her

cretin!” she

He closed the distance between them, placing

“You’re misunderstanding,” he implored.

wasn’t paying him any heed, a knot of anxiety formed in his

here before your arrival. This scarf is hers, but nothing transpired between us. You must’ve noticed the effect of the

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