He dared to venture out and flirt with other women.

Emerging from the bathroom, sleep was the last thing on Millie’s mind. She resumed her seat at the desk, focusing on her designs.

Not much time elapsed before a voice from the bed called out, “Come here, help me take off my clothes.”

Slightly furrowing her delicate brows, Millie pretended not to hear.

Marcus’ tone grew louder.

“Millie, can’t you hear me?”

Millie

to sleep, so she grasped her pen again. Yet, in the next moment, a bellow

you want me to come to you

clenched, Millie stood up, approached, and ascended the bed. A peculiar scent met her nose, and she set to unbuttoning his

tainting the room. After all, she would have

Marcus complied, making it relatively

went about undressing him, a surge of irritation welled within Millie. As her fingers grazed his taut abdominal muscles, she impulsively pinched

in pain and sat up, his

he snapped, his glare piercing Millie, who suddenly found his

to explain, “No, my nails are just a bit too long. I didn’t mean

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