Chapter 228

“Ym afraid you must dine alone. It is currently my working hours, and as a waitress, | cannot accompany you.” Millie gently

massaged her slender fingers as she spoke.

Earlier, within the confines of the private chamber, she noticed that Marcus had scarcely touched his food.

“There is no need to use your employment as an excuse. Rise, join me!” Marcus’ gaze fell upon Millie’s service attire; his

vexation was tangible. It irked him that his wife was here, serving others.

“And why, pray, should | rise? If you hunger, come join me below.” Millie’s features were flushed with indignant heat.

She loathed such unceremonious commands; they were belittling to her dignity.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed, incredulous at Millie’s audacity to request he descend. Was she not aware of whom she was

addressing? Yet he held his temper in check, opting for a change in his approach.

“Are you too timid to share a meal with me? Do! frighten you?”

“Impossible. | even dared to reproach that repulsive man in the private room earlier. lam no coward,” she retorted.

With that, Millie ascended, expending considerable energy to reach him, leaving her breathless.

“You see, | do not fear ascending. | must return to work now. Please feel free to dine alone. Or are you unable to enjoy your meal

without my presence?” Millie quipped, tilting her head to one side in a teasing smile.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed at her audacious behavior, momentarily dazzled by her beauty, before regaining his composure. His

voice was icy, and he issued a curt command.

“Come with me.”

Yet, after a few strides, he realized the absence of footsteps behind him. As he pivoted, he found Millie immobile and paying no

heed to his direction.

“Shall | summon the restaurant manager and reveal your identity as my wife?”

The threat achieved its purpose. Millie was at his side in an instant, thinking of Grace’s potential return and the need to maintain

her post.

Their journey led them to the top floor, where an open-air restaurant was situated.

The panoramic view and the fresh air took Millie’s breath away.

It was a far more enjoyable space compared to the suffocating private room from before. The environment seemed almost

conducive to dining.

“Madam, please be seated.” Derek offered a pristine chair for Millie, awaiting her acceptance.

“Thank you,” she replied.

But, as she settled into her seat, Millie noticed the approaching figure of the restaurant manager.

Realizing the inconsistency in her attire and the position she was in, her heart sank.