Chapter 335

Chapter: 335

She wanted to teach him a lesson.

“Really? In that case, I’d like two poses. One with you standing and me perched on your shoulder. And another with you standing

and me seated on your neck.”

On his shoulder and on his neck? Did she perceive him as a horse? Marcus frowned at the audacity of her requests.

No one had ever perched on his shoulder before. Except Millie, no other woman had ever sat on his lap. Millie was insatiable.

Marcus gave her a cold, cautionary look, warming, “Don’t push your luck, Millie!”

His gaze was icy cold, chilling Millie to her very core. Fear caused her to shudder, and her radiant smile that had only just

bloomed quickly faded away.

Observing that Marcus had frightened Millie, Bruce courageously stepped in to advocate for her.

“Marcus, you've terrified Millie to the point of tears. How could you utter such severe words to her? Moreover, why can’t you

accommodate her request? It’s monotonous to just stand there posing for pictures. | find her proposal quite intriguing.”

Marcus’ obstinacy seemed an insurmountable wall, forcing Millie to retreat, yearning for the cleansing embrace of the cool, crisp

air outside.

Upon witnessing Millie’s imminent departure, a crack appeared in Marcus’ hardened exterior, compelling him to intervene.

“ll do as you requested,” he conceded, his voice layered with resignation.

His previous interactions with the other woman, while purposeful, dealt a harsh blow to Millie, leaving her reeling in their wake.

Upon gazing upon the fury etched on Millie’s face, a wave of guilt washed over Marcus, as though he had committed an

unpardonable crime.

What! Millie froze, spinning around, her eyes brimming with a whirlpool of astonishment.

The onlookers exchanged looks of bewilderment. This man, usually as unyielding as a glacier, had melted under the warmth of

Millie’s persistence.

Apprehension coursed through them, knowing that Millie’s request was audacious.

She wanted to perch on Mr. Thomas’ shoulder and neck, her audacity leaving the people present pulsating with tension.

Delmor, sensing an upcoming spectacle, ushered everyone away from the impending epicenter. “Step back; don’t interrupt the

shooting.”

“Prepare yourselves,” he instructed the photographers. “The shoot is about to commence.”

They hastily retreated, creating an impromptu stage.

Before Millie could regain her bearings, Marcus advanced, his eyes softening. “Wipe your tears. | don’t wish to bear a weeping

woman on my shoulders.”

Millie hastily rubbed at her eyes, despite the absence of tears. In her defense, she protested, “I wasn’t crying... Ah.....”