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?

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

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

ran back to collect the

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

as intriguing as her

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 someone he’d

Raven, the gangsters’ organization,

furious she couldn’t sleep

towards Analia and blurted out, “Tell me,

off guard, Analia didn’t know how

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