Chapter 248

Millie turned around, rinsed the duster, and squeezed the water out.

“Most wives are treated to lavish meals and comforts. But as for the Thomas family, you marry me, and | have to toil to offset my

living and boarding costs. Fine, | can manage. | don’t prefer freeloading; | can handle house chores. It serves as exercise, saving

me from gym visits.”

Marcus finally grasped the situation; Celeste must have instructed Millie to undertake this task. Now she was voicing her

dissatisfaction.

However, observing Millie's indignant expression, Marcus crossed his arms over his chest.

“You're allowed to work outside. There’s no harm in working at home too.”

Millie abruptly turned towards Marcus. She really didn’t anticipate him saying anything supportive. Despite his handsome

appearance, his remarks were often less than charming.

Unfazed by his jest, Millie smiled.

“You've quite a collection of books. Do you purchase them just for show?”

“Are you challenging me?”

Achallenge? Millie was taken aback. It seemed he was ready for any test.

Millie shook her head and responded, “No, I’m occupied.”

Approaching the desk, Millie noted two scattered pages. She collected and arranged them, sighing, “What clutter!”

Marcus watched as Millie tidied the desk. There were merely two contract pages; how was that messy?

After tidying up the desk, Millie resumed her vigorous cleaning.

Marcus’ gaze remained fixated on Millie. Despite her day's work, she still had the energy to complete more tasks.

Suddenly, Millie’s elbow nudged Marcus’ pen, and it rolled down under the table, in between his thighs.

Millie was about to reach for it but failed to grasp it.

“Did the pen break?” Millie paused her work and questioned it uncertainly. The pen, adorned with gems, seemed quite valuable.

Marcus glanced at the pen lying beneath the table, then looked back up.

“Why don’t you pick it up and check?”

Millie looked at Marcus’ thighs. He remained still, and the pen lay in the corner under the table. There was limited space. How

could she retrieve it? To do so, she would have to brush against his thighs.

Pressing her lips together, Millie retorted, “You pick it up.”