Chapter 291

“Are you truly intending to drive me to work?” Millie’s words were tentative, seeking affirmation.

Fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, Marcus confirmed, “I made a promise yesterday to drive you to work. But you took

off before | had the chance. Consider this as me making amends.”

Observing Marcus’ arrogant demeanor, Millie emitted a soft sigh. It struck her as remarkable that he managed to recall the

events of the prior day.

Millie circumvented the vehicle’s front and settled into it.

Under Rhea’s covetous stare, the car audaciously surged through the villa’s grand gates.

Catching a fleeting view of Millie’s petite abdomen, Marcus registered her attire for the day—a pristine white T-shirt, radiating an

aura of purity and naiveté. Though her bosom showed a tender contour, her stomach seemed hollow and flat.

Feeling the weight of Marcus’ probing stare, Millie started to feel ill-at-ease in the tranquil setting. She redirected her gaze to the

scenery outside, offering Marcus a delicate, alluring side profile while shunning direct eye contact.

Leaning his elbow against the window of the car, Marcus retracted his gaze from Millie. He observed that whenever Millie

accompanied him in his car, her words were few, consumed either by sleep or the captivating vistas outside.

His immense charm seemed to leave no impression on her.

This posed a perplexing enigma. It was a reality that she had stepped into Mia’s shoes to marry him. So, why had she not

surrendered herself to him yet, given the circumstances?

After a brief passage of time, Millie realized that his attention had shifted away from her, and she cleared her throat

unobtrusively.

“What plans do you have regarding the wedding photos? Regardless of your faith in me, | tried my hardest to dissuade Grandma

from taking them. Alas, | was not victorious. You may argue that | lack competence, but you cannot denounce me for duplicity.”

She even weaved the falsehood that there was love between her and Marcus. She had given it her all. But she had never

anticipated that no one would value her efforts, and instead, she would be met with reproach and dirty allegations.

While Claudia projected a demeanor of warmth and friendliness, Millie felt her eyes possessed an uncanny ability to pierce

through all facades. It seemed to Millie that no matter how cautious she was, she could not keep any thoughts or intentions

hidden from Claudia. After Millie had finished elucidating, she noticed that Marcus had offered no response. Unable to contain

herself, she pivoted to look at him.

Marcus squinted slightly, and his countenance turned grave. Millie was convinced that he still harbored mistrust towards her!

Seeing Millie's countenance, etched with grievances, stirred up a sense of vexation within Marcus. He was also aware that his

grandmother had an exceptionally challenging personality to contend with, so it was understandable that Millie couldn’t manage

her.

However, when he questioned Millie this morning, Rhea and Celeste both lashed out at her, accusing her of not voicing her

refusal to the photoshoot to Grandma but instead persuading her to proceed with it.

She must feel exceptionally aggrieved now.

Apang of apprehension gripped Millie’s heart, fearing that Marcus still might not trust her words. She ground her teeth in

dissatisfaction and despair. If he refused to believe her, so be it. Time would uncover the truth, and she had done all she could.

“| see,” Marcus replied in a resonant tone, just as Millie was on the verge of relinquishing hope.

Millie felt a twinge of confusion. Was this an indication of his newfound trust in her?

“There is some food in the box at the back. Feel free to help yourself,” Marcus mentioned, his gaze fleetingly falling on the back

seat.