Chapter: 391

Marcus was confident that, one day, Millie would open up to him.

In a separate chamber, Nancy found herself gazing intently at the message Millie had sent. The audacity with which Millie declared herself inferior to trash left Nancy dumbfounded.

Could anyone truly be so unhinged?

Oh, what a spectacle this was unfolding to be! Once deemed utterly unattractive, Millie turned out to possess a countenance of remarkable allure beneath her concealing mask.

What an irony!

through Nancy’s being, propelling her towards the balcony in search

in her gaze, a trace of disdain blossomed. So what if Millie had transformed from a weed into

only to find Marcus absent from

cast a pallor upon her face as morning

as she settled into her seat, a chorus

sideways, alighting upon a tableau featuring Marcus, Mrs. Barton, and Nancy at an adjacent table. Flanking them were Derek and Simon,

were discussing

seeking sanctuary

Marcus’ eyes, shadows gathered, and a

do none of these

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