Chapter 231

“No, no, no. I'm okay, Madam. I'll serve myself. You should serve... Madam, why...

Why the sudden concern for me?”

Derek was too afraid to voice that she should serve Mr. Thomas.

But if he didn’t clear the air today, he suspected he might be in deep trouble.

“| wanted to express my gratitude. Gemma informed me this morning that you defended me in front of Mrs. Thomas, validating

that Rhea was indeed the first to throw a stone at me. Your observant nature is commendable. | thought no one saw it and that

I'd be blamed. Thankfully, you were present,” said Millie earnestly.

As soon as Millie ended her sentence, she noticed a subtle change in Marcus’ handsome face. His icy expression suggested she

had misspoken.

Feeling uncomfortable, Millie touched her petite and elegant nose. She couldn’t have made a mistake; it was unthinkable.

Derek, understanding the situation better, was eager to clarify.

“Madam, to be frank, this credit isn’t mine at all; it’s Mr. Thomas.

“Eat your meal,” Marcus interrupted coldly.

A knot formed in Derek’s throat, leaving him uneasy. Silently, he thought, Madam, | didn’t actually see Rhea throw the stone at

you. It was Marcus who told me to say that. This chicken drumstick should go to him.

Millie dropped the drumstick she was devouring and stood up for Derek.

“Why did you cut him off? You're being overly controlling.”

Marcus clenched the fork in his strong hand, tapping the ceramic plate.

“Millie, don’t overstep your bounds and act recklessly.”

“Where have | crossed a line, and now you're restricting me from speaking? You're harsh and intimidating here, but earlier in the

private room, you were as meek as a lamb. The man with the tattoo insulted me continually, and as my supposed husband, you

didn’t utter a single word. You only put on a show in front of people you know. All flash, no substance.”

Millie’s anger flared up as she thought about it. Marcus, despite his tall and muscular build, simply sat there and let her be

insulted relentlessly. She was fortunate not to have fallen for his good looks blindly.

“Enough!”

“Derek, continue. What were you about to say earlier?”

Millie and Marcus spoke simultaneously.

Derek lowered his head and mopped his sweating forehead, regretting his decision to join the meal. He felt extremely uneasy

and restless, as if he were sitting on a bed of thorns.

“just wanted to say that Madam is very intelligent.”