Thinking about the contents sobered her up. Swiftly, she returned to collect the bag containing her bras, intending to leave immediately afterward. She didn’t want to handle his belongings, especially such intimate items.

Marcus frowned, instructing, “Take the other one too.”

Without turning around, Millie retorted, “Take it yourself. You have hands.”

He was simply trying to embarrass her. Having her buy it and then carry it was overstepping.

“My hand is sore,” he protested.

What?

in her tracks and turned around. She watched as Marcus rolled up his sleeve, revealing a swelling bruise, an unfortunate consequence

earlier? Guilt and worry filled Millie. If he hadn’t fought so fiercely, she could have ended up badly

ran back

flushed expression, finding it endearing. He thought to himself

as intriguing as her in

who was busy unbuttoning his shirt, frowned. His evening had not gone according to plan, all thanks

the top assassin from Raven, the gangsters’ organization, had

broke over the Evans family, Rhea found herself so furious she couldn’t sleep all night. With her father now suspended, it threatened her family’s

blurted out, “Tell

Analia didn’t

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