Chapter 857

Upon Roland’s conclusion, Delia’s brows furrowed, her face crinkling in disbelief like paper caught in a

flame.

“Are you serious? That’s bizarre. The town’s consensus painted Millie as a ugly woman. How did she

blossom into beauty overnight?”

With a fork clutched Like a hidden weapon, Laurel remained silent. She harbored the knowledge that

Millie was a diamond in the rough.

However, bumping into her here turned her stomach, as though she had swallowed something bitter

and unsettling.

If the town’s folk discovered Millie had wed into Preagend’s most prestigious family, becoming Mrs.

Thomas, her own spotlight would be eclipsed.

“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s

transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with

her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

Delia’s anger surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering her bowl upon

Roland’s unsuspecting crown.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“I mourn my past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are like a fire. I must win her heart and hand.”

Post-dinner, Millie lingered in Roland’s thoughts. A casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant

peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie, too, cherished such blooms.

Sneaking a glance at Delia, busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the

vibrant blossoms to seek Millie.

At that moment, Millie, fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing

on her lips, basking in the night’s gentle embrace.

Roland hastened to her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“Millie, a gift bestowed upon you.”

“Are you serious? That’s bizarre. The town’s consensus painted Millie as a ugly woman. How did she

blossom into beauty overnight?”

With a fork clutched Like a hidden weapon, Laurel remained silent. She harbored the knowledge that

Millie was a diamond in the rough.

However, bumping into her here turned her stomach, as though she had swallowed something bitter

and unsettling.

If the town’s folk discovered Millie had wed into Preagend’s most prestigious family, becoming Mrs.

Thomas, her own spotlight would be eclipsed.