Chapter 441

“Are you here for her?”

The woman's question was directed at Marcus, but he seemed lost in Millie’s appearance, his lips pressed tightly together.

“Yes. You saved her life, and I’m in your debt. If you'll allow me, I'd like to offer a generous reward.”

Marcus’ words were for the lady of the house, but his eyes never left Millie.

His gaze on Millie was unyielding, as if fearing that a mere blink might lead to another perilous situation for her. The initial

realization that she was missing had left him with an emptiness, a sensation as if a vital part of himself had been torn away, and

that void still lingered within him.

“You needn’t concern yourself with that,” the woman replied, dismissing the offer with a gentle wave of her hand. “Saving her was

never about money; it was about compassion and doing what's right.”

Marcus’ thin lips pressed into a tight line, his face betraying a shadow of concern.

Had it not been for the kind intervention of the couple, Millie might have perished in the inclement weather.

Though he had regarded her a bad woman, he found himself unexpectedly anxious for her well-being.

But something was amiss. What would drive Millie to that desolate and remote place?

The situation simply didn’t add up.

Millie’s attire had been altered; she now wore the hostess’s clothing, ill-fitting and unsophisticated in appearance. Combined with

her pallor, she resembled a once-vibrant flower now wilted.

However, to Marcus, she was far from plain or unattractive.

“You both may stay awhile longer and depart when she’s recovered,” the hostess said, kindly offering two chairs to Marcus and

Derek before leaving the room with her husband.

Derek, restless, chose not to sit and followed them out.

Marcus settled into a chair, his posture rigid. Millie’s dry lips moved as she caught his expression. There was a troubled look in

his eyes.

She assumed he must be angry with her for neglecting to heed his wamings for venturing out when he had expressly told her to

remain in her room.

“We should go back,” Marcus declared abruptly, standing up and removing his coat.

He carefully wrapped it around her before lifting her from the bed.

“We're leaving now?”

Millie’s voice quivered with surprise, but before she could fully process what was happening, she found herself ensconced in

Marcus’ arms.

“Yes, we are.”