Chapter 864

“I have no need for your concern. I intend to retire for the night. Kindly depart,” Millie responded,

oblivious to Laurel’s ulterior motives. Had Millie known Laurel stood on the other side of the door, she

wouldn’t have granted entry. A lesson in caution, indeed-a practice she would adopt henceforth,

“The hour remains early. My presence is a mere visitation. This is your bedroom, correct? Quite tidy.”

Laurel entered Millie’s snug bedroom with an air of nonchalance, The room exuded a tranquil

ambiance, adorned in a calming sky blue hue and immaculately arranged.

A frown etched itself onto Millie’s features, suspicion gnawing at her. Laurel’s evening arrival harbored

nefarious intentions.

Within the kitchen, the reverberating sound of water coming to a boil signaled that Millie’s pot had

reached its steaming crescendo.

With a resigned sigh, Millie pivoted, making her way toward the kitchen to tend to the stove and

extinguish the flames.

Seizing this opportune moment, Laurel sprung into action. Millie’s absence presented an opening-she

opened the bag, released the insect onto the bed, then meticulously reconstructed the comforter’s

arrangement before withdrawing.

Returning from the kitchen, Millie, poised to confront Laurel, was greeted by a dismissive wave and

Laurel’s retreat towards the exit.

“Very well, the night progresses, I shall trouble your repose no further.” Following Laurel’s departure,

Millie’s brows knitted as she closed the door.

Alone in her room, Millie scrutinized her surroundings for any anomalies but found none. With a sigh,

she released her hair, sinking onto the bed with a book in hand.

Within minutes, an insistent pounding reverberated at the door.

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“Millie, unlock the door!”

“Roland, what’s the matter? She’s already asleep.”

“Humph! You surely planted that insect in Millie’s dwelling. Confess, where did you deposit it? I’ve

made my liking for her apparent, so why endeavor to harm her?”

Amidst the quarrel outside, Roland’s and Laurel’s voices clashed, permeating the air.

Unease seeped into Roland’s consciousness as he noticed Laurel’s exit with the insect. Restlessness

propelled him out of the room, tracking her steps until he witnessed Laurel departing from Millie’s

abode.

Curiosity drove him to question Laurel’s actions within Millie’s home. Her stammered response only

deepened his suspicion, However, upon inspecting her bag, he discovered an empty bottle, and the

eight-legged creature was absent.

“Roland, are you mad? I didn’t introduce that insect to her dwelling. Do you take me for such a bore?”

Laurel staunchly denied it, dismissing his accusation.

As the door opened, Roland’s gaze shifted to Millie with a blend of anxiety and urgency.

“Millie, have you encountered an eight-legged insect within your home? It carries toxicity. Its bite would

trigger rashes and unrelenting itchiness.”

An insect? Millie’s confusion momentarily clouded her comprehension, yet Roland’s message was

clear. He believed Laurel had introduced a venomous creature into her abode with the intent to harm

her.

“It likely resides within the bedroom. Allow me to investigate,” Roland swiftly deduced, hastening into

Millie’s quarters. A meticulous search ensued, yielding no sign of the insect.

Growing concerned, Millie joined the hunt, her presence amplifying the urgency. The absence of the

insect brought a semblance of relief to Laurel.

“I told you, Roland, I am not responsible, yet you insist on blaming me,” Laurel groaned in

exasperation.