“Hello, taken by this windbreaker? Come inside and have a closer look. I’m certain your husband would look marvelous in it.”

Turning her gaze to the shop assistant, Millie swiftly snapped back to reality.

“Y’m sorry, I’m just browsing.” She shook her head and departed with her loaded bag.

As she walked, she involuntarily knocked her head, jarring herself back to her senses. Why had she entertained the thought of buying clothing for Marcus? Was she truly adopting the role of his wife?

As Millie stood on the verge of summoning a taxi, a Maserati pulled up beside her.

A furrow etched itself onto her brow as she instinctively retreated a step. The vehicle’s recklessness nearly encroached on her personal space. The audacity of the driver was astounding.

the driver—none other than Rhea. Her gaze swept over the bag clutched in Millie’s

“Grocery shopping, Millie?”

Rhea, for who else could

curled

cleaning and

of derisive remarks, Millie wielded her signature

the

culinary creations, beseeching me to conjure a feast. Hence, these acquisitions I’m contemplating whipping up a delectable fish soup for him. Take a look—I handpicked this fish from the supermarket. By the way, do you happen to

retorted, “Absolutely not. The villa has a

cooking? Your culinary exploits must be nothing short of

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