Chapter 1011

The following morning, as Marcus rose from bed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was

watching him.

Turning to investigate, he caught sight of Millie in the dining room.

Her eyes quickly darted away as she took a casual sip of milk, feigning indifference.

Pausing as he fastened his watch, Marcus sensed something amiss with his wife. He approached her

and asked, “Could you pour me a glass of milk too?”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

As Millie glanced at him, a complex mix of emotions flickered in her eyes.

Just when Marcus was convinced that she would ignore his request, Millie poured the milk and handed

it to him, her actions conflicting with her demeanor.

Rather than accepting the glass, Marcus fixed his gaze on Millie’s eyes and inquired, “Do you have

something to say to me?”

His eyes, black and bright, seemed to pierce her soul. Millie struggled to maintain eye contact, finally

lowering her gaze, her lips pursed as she shook her head.

“No.”

Marcus, however, was certain she was holding something back, so he took the milk, and silently

recalled a sweet memory of Millie serving him dinner, her loving gestures warming his heart.

Upon arriving at the company, Millie exited the car. After a few steps, she stopped, turning back to find

Marcus’ eyes on her.

She rushed back to his window.

“Do you have any social engagements tonight?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Marcus, taken aback, nodded.

“Yes, I have an appointment tonight.”

Recent obligations had pulled him to Harlan’s villa for timely meetings. Upon hearing this, Millie’s eyes

fell.

“If you have something to say, just say it; we’re a couple,” Marcus proposed.

Millie’s face twisted into a frown, and she left in a hurry. Seeing this, Marcus remained in the car, a

puzzled expression on his face.

After laboring through the entire morning, Millie rubbed her aching shoulders and scanned the design

department; it was empty. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already lunchtime; everyone was

out eating.

Rising from her desk, Millie headed to the elevator. Her eyes were drawn to the president’s exclusive

elevator, and she stepped into it as if guided by instinct. Moments later, she arrived at Marcus’ office.

Outside his office, Derek’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Millie.

“Mrs. Thomas.”

It was true that since Millie started working at the company, she hadn’t visited Marcus’ office.

Millie waved her hand in dismissal and studied the heavy wooden door.