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?

She watched as Marcus rolled up his sleeve, revealing a swelling bruise, an unfortunate consequence

and worry filled Millie. If he hadn’t fought so fiercely, she could have

argument, Millie ran back

help but reminisce about her flushed expression, finding it endearing. He thought to himself that she could indeed

recall meeting someone as intriguing as

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

assassin from Raven, the gangsters’

Rhea found herself so furious she couldn’t sleep

towards Analia and blurted out,

guard, Analia didn’t know how to

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