Chapter 388

Chapter: 388

Millie’s mind raced, trying to find a way to divert Marcus’ attention, giving her the chance to open her luggage and retrieve what

she needed. She needed to act quickly and discreetly to handle the situation with grace.

Marcus was curious as to why Millie asked him to turn off the light.

She seemed unwell and too shy to explain her situation.

He hesitated for a moment but followed her instructions.

As soon as he left the room, Millie quickly opened her suitcase and looked for a sanitary pad. Embarrassment washed over her,

and sweat began to form on her brow.

The click of a switch told her Marcus had turned off the light outside, and he reentered the room, asking, “What are you looking

for? How can | help you?”

Millie’s embarrassment deepened, because she didn’t expect that Marcus would come back so soon.

Millie knew he couldn't assist with this particular matter. She wished he would leave, so her awkwardness might subside.

Holding the sanitary pad, she sprinted to the bed, grabbed her pajamas, and dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind

her.

Marcus, still in the room, stared at the closed bathroom door. He caught a glimpse of what Millie held. Was that a sanitary pad?

Marcus pressed his thin lips. He felt a sudden surge of unhappiness.

Inside the bathroom, Millie was frantic, wiping the sweat from her forehead and discovering a bloodstain on her trousers. Had

Marcus seen it? The embarrassment was overwhelming.

Millie had never felt so awkward before, especially during her periods when the bleeding was heavy. She even wonder whether

she would die of that bleeding or not.

After more than half an hour in the bathroom, Millie emerged in her yellow pajamas.

As soon as she came out, she saw that Marcus was reading in a chair, and his piercing gaze met her eyes.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, looking rather taken aback.

Her allure was so captivating that Marcus was completely smitten.

Millie was at a loss for words. What prompted him to ask that? She pondered over it.

Yet she was convinced that Marcus understood why she felt so unusual. He should have acted as if he hadn’t noticed.

Ina soft voice, Millie reassured, “It’s okay.”

She longed for him to be asleep at that moment.

“Good night.” Overcome by embarrassment, Millie drew the quilt over her eyes, her nerves on edge.