Chapter 310

Marcus staggered forward, his steps shaky and his back slick with sweat. The drug was overwhelmingly potent. Eyeing the exit

in the distance, he knew he would struggle to get out. There was a hotel above the bar where he had a suite. That seemed to be

his only refuge now.

Summoning all his remaining reasons, Marcus managed to reach the elevator.

Once inside, he fumbled with his phone, intending to call Derek, but he accidentally dialed Millie instead due to his shaking hand.

At the same time, Millie was in the hospital room chatting with Rylie when Marcus’ unexpected call came through.

Rylie, catching sight of the caller ID, teased, “Pick up quickly. It’s late, and your husband's likely coming to fetch you.”

Millie was initially unfazed, but Rylie’s playful jest caused her to blush slightly.

Answering the call, she softly inquired, “What’s the matter?”

Hearing Millie's sweet voice made Marcus momentarily lose focus, his blood surging more rapidly. As the elevator ascended, he

steadied himself against the wall, managing to rasp out a request in a hoarse voice.

“Rush to the Royal Hotel, room 000.”

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Millie’s inquiries lingered, but Marcus was rapidly descending into a state of intense discomfort, as though his body were a live

wire, buzzing and threatening to short-circuit. His grip on the phone wavered, quivering like a leaf in the wind, until the

connection abruptly severed itself.

Adeep, frantic craving had taken root in each of his cells, leaving them spread wide and desperate.

Marcus forced himself to navigate the hallway that lay beyond the elevator, fighting against the potent waves of disquiet that

threatened to capsize him. His destination was the solitary room at the end of the winding passage.

Upon crossing the threshold, he immediately barricaded the entrance behind him, knowing full well that any other woman's

intrusion would ignite a disastrous conflagration.

His efforts, however, were abruptly thwarted. Before he could bathe the room in light, a supple form materialized out of the

darkness, accurately homing onto him, her arms twining around his waist in a tender vice.

The sensation was akin to holding the ripcord of a live grenade.

Momentarily dumbstruck, Marcus questioned the reality of the situation. Could Millie have materialized with such uncanny speed

and precision? Her arrival was impeccably timed.

He craved her presence and needed her now more than ever.

Succumbing to his inner turmoil, Marcus clung to the woman enveloped within his grasp.

“Millie, your presence is a blessing,” he murmured.

Millie?

The husky tone of Marcus’ voice, laced with magnetic appeal, reverberated in Rhea’s ears, sending shockwaves through her

heart. The horrifying realization dawned upon her: under the pharmacological influence, Marcus was summoning Millie’s name.