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?

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

the 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

any further argument, Millie ran back

help but reminisce about her flushed expression, finding it endearing. He thought to himself that she could indeed be quite entertaining when she wasn’t

someone as intriguing as

frowned. His evening had not gone according to plan, all thanks to Rhea’s intrusive intervention. He’d failed to meet someone he’d been

the gangsters’ organization, had arrived in Preagend,

broke over the Evans family, Rhea found herself so furious she couldn’t sleep all night. With

out, “Tell me, am I not better

guard, Analia didn’t know how to

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