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?

up his sleeve,

injury, she realized he was hurt! Why hadn’t she noticed earlier? Guilt and worry filled Millie. If he hadn’t fought so fiercely, she could have ended

ran

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

meeting someone as intriguing as her in all

was busy unbuttoning his shirt, frowned. His evening had not gone according to plan, all thanks to Rhea’s intrusive intervention. He’d failed to meet

from Raven, the gangsters’ organization, had arrived in Preagend, signaling

herself so furious she couldn’t sleep all night. With her father now

Analia and blurted out, “Tell me, am I not

off guard, Analia didn’t know

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