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?

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

Guilt and worry filled Millie. If he

Millie ran back to collect

it endearing. He thought to himself that she could indeed be quite entertaining when she wasn’t causing

intriguing as her in all

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

Raven, the gangsters’ organization, had

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

blurted out, “Tell

didn’t know

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