Chapter 1119

As dawn crept in, Millie woke, stretching her aching body.

Marcus stirred, wrapping his arms around her waist and murmuring, “You’re full of energy today.”

He then leaned her against him and kissed her gently.

After the kiss, Millie sprang up, saying, “You can sleep a bit longer if you’re tired. I need to get a lucky

bracelet for Grace and a gift for Rylie’s baby at the temple.”

Marcus sat up as Millie prepared to leave, accompanying her to the temple.

They took the elevator downhill. As Millie and Marcus stepped in, Darin’s bodyguard wheeled Darin

inside as well.

“Mr. Thomas,” Darin acknowledged with a nod. His face was etched with worry, his eyes bloodshot, and

his lips tightly pressed together.

The bodyguard carefully said, “Mr. Barker, Miss Evans might be waiting for you at the mountain’s

base.”

Having heard a loud noise the previous night and seeing Rhea’s hasty exit, the bodyguard sensed

Darin’s distress this morning was Linked to her leaving.

Darin’s face tightened.

“Don’t speak of that woman again.”

The bodyguard hesitated before answering, “Understood.”

Millie’s surprise gave way to realization: Rhea must have left during the night. Remembering Rhea’s

words from the day before, she felt a pang of unease and glanced at Marcus.

“What’s wrong? Is my face dirty?” Marcus teased.

Millie’s laugh was a bright note in the moment. She resolved not to fret about it further. If Shera were

still alive, nothing could prevent her return. Some bonds couldn’t be severed, and some fates couldn’t

be escaped.

Angela’s Library

The elevator continued its rapid descent. Marcus’ eyes dropped, his gaze distant.

As the elevator doors slid open, Marcus gently guided Millie out, and they climbed into a car, bound for

the city center.

During the journey, Millie, feeling a touch of boredom, retrieved the bracelet and gift from her bag,

inspecting them closely.

Noticing her preoccupation, Marcus quirked an eyebrow and inquired, “You didn’t pray for an amulet or

something for me?”

Without looking up, Millie retorted, “But you don’t have faith in such things, so even if I did pray for you,

you’d probably just discard it, right?”

“If you prayed for me, I’d wear it and carry it everywhere,” Marcus assured her without a moment’s

hesitation.

His sincere declaration filled Millie’s heart with warmth.

“Let’s go to Rylie’s house first. I’ll give her the gift,” Millie proposed.

Marcus expressed his agreement with a nod.