Chapter 909

“Do no other levels experience a power loss? I haven’t turned off the main circuit breaker,” she

promptly replied. Recently joining, she remained clueless about the whereabouts of the primary circuit

breaker designated for this particular floor.

“Let us first make our way back home.” With determination, Marcus seized Millie’s hand and led the

way toward the elevator.

Upon stepping into the brilliantly lit elevator, a wave of solace enveloped Millie.

“Why are you lingering in the office at such a late hour?” Marcus inquired.

Angela’s Library

Having extended his own work hours, he hadn’t anticipated Millie’s presence in the office. A message

from him had urged her to retire early, as he intended to address work affairs during the evening. Yet,

Millie’s response hadn’t come. An inkling grew within Marcus, suggesting that she might indeed have

remained within the office’s confines.

“I’m engrossed in memorizing this material. My intention is to complete the memorization prior to

departing,” Millie revealed.

Millie presented to Marcus the array of job responsibilities she held.

Marcus narrowed his gaze momentarily and inquired, “Were you tasked with memorizing everything

today?”

Millie’s silence acted as a tacit affirmation of his observation.

Instantaneously, Marcus’ countenance took on a somber hue.

A low, rumbling growl sounded.

Millie’s stomach emitted a protest, and in response, a flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks

instantaneously.

This heedless girl had even neglected her own dinner. The moment they stepped out of the elevator,

Marcus promptly ushered Millie to a restaurant, ensuring she was promptly provided with a nourishing

meat.

Prior to the dishes’ arrival, Millie clung to her book, making an earnest attempt to absorb as much as

she could. Marcus advised her to desist, but her determination prevailed, compelling him to hasten the

kitchen’s service. Even when the dishes finally graced the table,

Millie persisted in her dual pursuit, simultaneously reading and dining, utensil in hand. This resolute

devotion left Marcus astounded, offering insight into the roots of Millie’s remarkable design acumen.

“Cease your reading. Set it aside and concentrate on your meal,”

Marcus urged. The sight of her pushing herself relentlessly was something Marcus found difficult to

bear.

Millie’s head remained bowed, her gaze steadfastly affixed to the pages of the book.

“Honey, I’m adept at dining and reading concurrently, without encountering any issue,” Millie

responded, her gaze still anchored to the book.

Setting aside his utensils, Marcus tapped the table assertively with his index finger.

“Millie, should you persist in defiance, I won’t hesitate to dispose of this book. You’re aware I possess

the capacity to follow through,” he cautioned with a stern resolve.

A tidal wave of pressure surged through Millie, prompting her to raise her gaze. Marcus’ visage bore a

tautness, his gaze penetrating her with its unyielding intensity. The weight of his scrutiny caused a

shiver to trace Millie’s spine, her being acutely affected by the fervor within his cold, unrelenting eyes.

In immediate obedience, she set the book down without hesitation.