Chapter 1008

“Haven’t you eaten yet?”

With a warm smile, Marcus responded, “I skipped it on purpose, so I could come back and enjoy the

food you cooked.”

Millie blinked, a touch incredulous at his words, but she quickly filled a bowl of rice for him.

With his beloved attending to him, Marcus savored the meal.

After dinner, Marcus coaxed Millie into watching TV with him. Millie looked at him with a puzzled

expression, thinking he was behaving rather childishly that day.

Marcus drew Millie close, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I heard about what happened during the day.”

Millie’s heart skipped a beat. Did he know about her being forcibly taken to that room?

“Nancy is deliberately trying to antagonize you. I’ll let her go tomorrow.”

Derek had informed Marcus about the incident in the design department.

Although Nancy had some skill, Marcus thought it increasingly problematic to keep her around.

Then Millie understood that Marcus was referring to her workplace conflict with Nancy, and her worries

were eased.

She settled against his broad shoulder, feeling safe and secure.

“Let’s wait for the right time. It’s just a quarrel. I’m not afraid of her.”

If Marcus were to dismiss Nancy now, some might claim that Millie had used her influence to force

Nancy out.

Millie understood from Nancy’s attitude that she wouldn’t let go so easily and had other plans. Even if

she were fired from the Thomas Group, she wouldn’t stop.

Nancy wouldn’t be satisfied until she was defeated.

Uninterested in the dull television program, Millie shifted a bit, feeling the pull of sleep.

“Honey, let’s go upstairs to sleep,” Millie suggested sweetly. Marcus turned to her with a sincere look

and kissed her, eliciting a soft whine from Millie.

Her body relaxed as Marcus’ hands caressed her.

He looked at her with a longing expression. Having seen Millie in a state of undress had tested his

usually steadfast self-control.

Then he recalled the message he’d spotted on Millie’s phone a few days prior and felt a pang of

jealousy. Who was this man who addressed her so familiarly?

“Honey.”

Marcus Lifted Millie into his arms, inhaled the fragrance of her neck, and carried her upstairs.