Chapter 216

His gaze continually flickered towards Millie, who was sitting at the next table, obviously drawn by her attractiveness.

“Hey, beautiful. Why don’t you leave me your contact details so we can connect later?” he asked, avarice apparent in his voice.

Unsettled by his attention, particularly the way his gaze lingered on her chest, Millie snapped, “Get lost.”

“Don't get feisty with me. I’ll accompany you after you finish eating. | noticed you arrived all wet from the rain. You've probably

had a fight with your husband. The man who just visited must be your spouse. Let’s not go back tonight. I’ll keep you company.”

He slithered closer to Millie, his crude words hanging in the air as an unpleasant odor invaded her nostrils.

“Stay back or I'll call the police,” Millie warned, reaching for her phone.

“You possess an unpleasant disposition and attempted to coerce me by summoning the authorities, yet | shall not succumb.

Additionally, you are drenched and audaciously entered the establishment. You utterly incited me,” he replied, grabbing Millie's

arm and leering at her.

In response, Millie slapped him, yelling, “Get out!”

“What? You dare to hit me?” Shock registered on his face as he caressed his stinging cheek. Enraged, he seized Millie's

shoulder, his anger simmering.

Aware that males usually possess superior physical strength, Millie strained to escape from his firm hold, but regrettably, she

was unable to extricate herself.

As the man prepared to strike her, Millie instinctively recoiled, her heart hammering in terror. Suddenly, Marcus stepped in,

advancing swiftly and gripping the man’s raised hand. His decisive action unbalanced the man, sending him tumbling to the floor.

“Identify yourself, please.” It’s painful...”

The man grimaced as his arm was contorted.

Bruce yanked him away from Marcus, thrust him against the wall, and struck him forcefully.

“How dare you question my brother’s identity? Leave this instant.”

The man realized his arm was dislocated, and the pain was immense. “I’m leaving. I’m leaving.” He hastily fled the small diner.

Millie hung her head, seething and embarrassed. She hadn’t anticipated that Marcus would be her savior once more. She ought

to thank him, but she couldn't find the words.

“Do you choose to return or not?” Marcus’ domineering voice loomed over her, icy and unyielding.

Millie clenched her teeth, and her heart pounded, but she quickly shook her head.

“No.”

Despite Marcus’ intervention, why should she court disaster by returning? Celeste wouldn’t spare her.

Marcus’ teeth ground together, and the blue veins on his forehead were prominent.