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?

rolled up his sleeve, revealing a swelling bruise, an unfortunate

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 up

any further argument, Millie ran back

reminisce about her flushed expression, finding it endearing. He thought to himself

as intriguing as her in

in her room, Millie unpacked the items. Meanwhile, Marcus, who 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

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

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

out, “Tell me, am I not

off guard, Analia didn’t know how

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