Chapter: 415

After retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Millie eschewed beginning her design without delay. Instead, her fingers danced across the keyboard as she delved into the virtual world to unearth information about Mrs. Barton.

Time’s passage was marked by the soft clicks of her mouse until she stumbled upon an archived interview featuring Mrs. Barton. Within it, the host inquired if red was her favored hue.

Observation had told them that Mrs. Barton’s wardrobe blazed with red, yet the response was a pause that hung heavy in the air. Eventually, she slowly shook her head, her voice soft but decisive, revealing her true affection for the shade of black.

Millie’s mind tumed over this revelation, as if peering into a mystery.

Black!

cloaked in secrecy, symbolizing safety and

creative soul, and with a newfound inspiration,

her desk. Gently lifting her, he placed

wetness at the corner of her mouth—a secret shared

revulsion, he tenderly wiped away the drool, marveling at

in her sleep, a subtle sign of

creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But alas, it was

her phone to

bed and Marcus was peacefully sleeping nearby,

her desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a crumpled draft marked by

embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked paper

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