Chapter 284

Millie knitted her brows together, mulling over why they were still sticking around.

Marcus’ piercing gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on her.

When her eyes met his, her heart fluttered as he gestured for her to approach.

A look of confusion washed over Millie's delicate features. What did he want from her?

Mylo and Delmor followed his gaze, but their interest faded quickly, and they each drove off in their respective vehicles.

Now, only Marcus and his polished Bentley remained.

With a trace of apprehension, Millie approached, her eyes sparkling yet slightly narrowed, and she queried tentatively, “Did you

need me for something?”

Marcus leaned nonchalantly against his car, a pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes peeking out from beneath his long

legs.

“He offered you a lift home. Why did you decline?”

Millie deduced he was referring to Patrick. Evidently, he’d witnessed their interaction earlier.

“Oh, you saw that? In hindsight, | think | might have missed an opportunity. | should have accepted his offer. It was a bit foolish to

reject a ride when a car was available.”

Just thinking of Patrick’s words caused a tight sensation in her chest. Even Marcus’ pristine white shirt seemed to irritate her.

Millie’s fair complexion tensed slightly as she deliberately contradicted herself.

Suddenly, she was yanked into a fervent, firm embrace. A large hand tilted her chin upward as Marcus questioned her coldly,

“Did you truly plan on letting him drive you? To where? His place or a hotel?”

Awave of dizziness swept over Millie. A hotel? His sharp features were both striking and overbearing. His words were

outrageous and his actions audacious. This was crossing a line!

Infuriated, Millie struck at Marcus’ solid chest, only to wince as pain shot through her hand. Her hair whipped about in the night

breeze, mirroring her turmoil.

“Let me go! lam honest and unafraid of false accusations. Don’t assume everyone is as flirtatious as you. Patrick and | have

done nothing wrong. Don’t tarnish our reputation,” she protested.

“Flirtatious? Me?” Marcus retorted, his voice dripping with icy sarcasm.

Millie couldn’t believe Marcus’ audacity as she pointed accusingly at his broad shoulder with one finger. She was certain that he

was playing dumb and pretending to be innocent.

“Is there anyone else here? Which woman has your coat draped over her shoulders?

You can’t just make excuses and say it was blown away by the strong wind,” Millie said sharply, her annoyance evident in her

tone.

With an irritated expression on her face, Millie tapped her fingers forcefully on Marcus’ shoulder, as if she wanted to poke a hole

in his body.