Chapter 190

Chapter: 190

Aterrifying realization flickered in her mind. Should Marcus discover that she’d shared her bed with an unknown male, his world

would shatter.

As the lofty CEO and heir to the illustrious Thomas family, Marcus would undoubtedly be devastated by the revelation that his

wife had slept with a man so repugnant and distasteful.

However, she swiftly quashed the horrifying thought. She couldn’t allow Marcus to stumble upon this truth. Even if she didn’t

harbor much affection for him, embarking on a self-destructive path simply to wound him seemed absurd. The price was too

high.

Distracting herself, Millie took a bite of her breakfast. “Indeed, | couldn’t find peaceful sleep. Given that | spent the first half of the

night thwarting the ill-intended advances of two miscreants, | am understandably a little out of sorts.”

Marcus’ gaze, penetrating as ever, held her in its iron grip. It was evident he was skeptical of her explanation.

“Forgive me, but my hunger is sated. | must take my leave now.”

With those words, Millie dabbed at her lips and vacated her seat.

After a few strides, she stopped abruptly, pivoting on her heel. She couldn't let the despicable man go scot-free.

“Did you hear their conversation earlier?” Millie queried.

“Who are you referring to?” Marcus’ brow furrowed in confusion.

“Well, | overheard them discussing a man who dared to disrespect women’s sanctity at the hotel last night. This abominable

creature must face the consequences. | recommend dispatching someone to seek him out immediately. Such loathsome beings

disgust me, and if you manage to apprehend him, entrust him to my care. | will ensure he learns his lesson.” Indignation flavored

Millie’s tone.

“Hand him over to you? Are you certain?” An eyebrow arched upward in Marcus’ display of surprise.

“Then why have you fixed your gaze on me all this time?” Millie shot back.

Achuckle escaped Marcus’ lips; his previous confusion dissipated. Piecing together Millie’s earlier outburst and the gossip he’d

heard that morning, he understood why she seemed particularly distressed.

Millie was a smart, observant woman. It was probable that she’d woken up this morning to discover signs of an overnight

intruder. Now, she likely believed the culprit of last night’s voyeurism had invaded her personal space.

However, the individual had already been on Derek's radar. It turned out the villainous creep was merely a pawn in Brock’s game

—one of the people he'd overpowered. Busy with their assassination plot, they wouldn’t have had the time or inclination to peep

into private affairs.

Observing Marcus’ enigmatic smile, Millie felt a sinking sensation. Was she on the verge of having her secret thoughts laid bare?

“Perhaps don’t bother looking for him. The culprit must have fled by now.”

Millie swiftly turned on her heel, her retreat hastened by her growing anxiety. The thought of her companion being discovered

and admitting to their night together was too humiliating for her to bear.

Upon exiting the restaurant, Millie hurried back to the hotel to find Bruce. She wished to return home, but even after extensive

searching, Bruce was nowhere to be found. The front desk informed her that Bruce had checked out and departed.

Awave of melancholy swept over Millie. He had left without even offering her a warning. He had whisked her away to this place,

only to abandon her.

Millie found solace on an artificial hill overlooking a lake. She sat there for a while before reaching for her phone, planning to call

her grandmother. Suddenly, a stone connected with her head, resulting in searing pain.