Chapter 115

She was putting on a delicate snowy chiffon dress. She tied her hair up, a few strands falling against her forehead and exposing

her slender neck. Her soft rosy lips stood out on her fair complexion, making her look particularly radiant and enchanting.

Marcus forced himself to look away from her after realizing that he had been staring for too long,

All of a sudden, Millie hit the table with her fists and cursed loudly.

“| get it now. That crazy man was insulting me!”

The room suddenly fell silent, an awkward feeling hanging in the atmosphere.

For some reason, Marcus felt guilty, but he didn’t clarify on the topic. Instead, he said, “You're really careless. How do you

manage to forget stuff at your age?”

Millie looked at Marcus in disbelief. Was he really lecturing her? She wouldn't be surprised if she was the Doberman they were

talking about earlier.

With an angry huff, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

But then, Marcus unexpectedly grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her flat against his sturdy chest in one move.

His chest felt so firm and hard, but Millie immediately recoiled and tried to get away, as if she had been bummed.

That wasn’t the reaction Marcus expected, and it annoyed him.

“You're going to tell me why you pretended to be ugly all this time!” he ordered angrily, letting his dissatisfaction with her reaction

get the better of him.

“Ouch! It hurts.”

Millie winced in pain as his hold on her wrist got tighter. She braved through the pain and refused to give in. She had no business

giving him an explanation as to why she wanted to look ugly. It was her face.

Besides, her silence was much better than the real reason why she did this. She was so scared that Marcus would develop

feelings for her that she had to ruin her appearance.

She was determined to hold her tongue, but the look in Marcus’ eyes made her understand that she didn’t exactly have a choice.

She sighed and said defiantly, “Fine! | only did it because I’m too beautiful. If | walked around looking like this, all men would

chase after me, and that is something | just can’t handle.” Millie lifted her chin with arrogance, waiting for his comeback.

There was a trace of contempt and disgust in Marcus’ eyes as he looked at her.

“Are you serious?” he asked in a clipped tone, his gaze piercing into her as if trying to read into her soul.

His scrutiny irritated Millie, but she still controlled herself.

“Of course, | am!” she groaned in exasperation, pulling his attention to her rosy lips.

Marcus scoffed. Surely, she didn’t expect him to believe that lame explanation.