Chapter 259

Millie threw a quizzical look at Marcus, uncertain of his motives.

“Try some soup,” Marcus suggested, his tone steady.

In a moment of perplexity, Millie pondered why.

After a few seconds, she flashed a smile. “Well, the soup does look tempting. I'll have some.”

Millie relished a bowl of soup. Although it wasn’t the fish she craved, she was aware that her choice would still be a thom in

Rhea’s side.

Marcus pursed his lips. Millie was an odd one, continuing to eat the spicy fish even as her lips swelled.

Rhea’s grip on her fork was shaking, She was certain that this wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How she yearned to

toss the soup in Millie's face!

In the midst of the tense situation, Millie savored her soup in tranquilly. Marcus, too, was indulging his appetite, serving himself

an additional bowl of soup.

Feeling satiated, Millie leaned back in her chair, a sense of relaxation washing over her. She was going to work later.

The man beside her set down his fork, his foot brushing gently against hers.

“Join me upstairs. | need to discuss something with you.”

Turning her head, Millie watched Marcus ascend the staircase.

Catching the surprise and jealousy swirling in Rhea’s eyes, Millie stood and followed in Marcus’ footsteps.

Upon reaching the upper floor, she found the door closed. Hadn’t he asked her to join him? Why was the door closed? Raising

her hand, she knocked twice.

After a brief pause, the door swung open. Without warning, Millie’s wrist was seized, and she was tugged inside.

“ah”

Just as she was pulled in, Millie found herself pinned against the door, a man’s proximity enveloping her. With his striking face, it

could be none other than Marcus.

“W...what are you doing?” Millie stuttered, noting Marcus’ throat bob as he swallowed.

The turn of events was bewildering.

Resting his chin on Millie’s forehead, Marcus inhaled deeply.

Here she was, Millie, her large eyes full of innocence and her hair bound in a ponytail, radiating an endearing purity. Yet Marcus

found himself increasingly drawn to her.

“Did you find the fish | caught to your liking?”