“I apologize. Allow me to help you clean your clothes.”

The girl eventually opted not to reveal the truth. She turned towards Millie, offering an apology.

Millie’s irate eyes shifted between the girl and Rosie.

“No, thank you. I’ll wash up.”

Before departing, Millie intentionally brushed against Rosie, spilling coffee on her.

“Ahi”

“Millie, stop!”

her pace, responding without glancing

grown adult well into your thirties, yet your behavior is remarkably juvenile. Treating others

her age triggered Rosie’s

in reality, Millie was considerably younger than Rosie.

an attribute that aroused both envy and jealousy in

on her attire. The dampness clung to her skin, generating a distinct sense of discomfort. Regrettably, her circumstances left her no alternative; without a change of clothing available, she bore the inconvenience

her seat occupied. Bruce sat there casually, toying with a pen from her desk, twirling it

other women in the office discreetly cast occasional glances at

Angela’s Library

visage was undeniably striking, defined by a sharply

are you here?”

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