Chapter 442

He resolved to take her back to the hotel and summon a physician. Her pallor troubled him, stoking fears of frostbite.

“I can manage to walk,” Millie protested weakly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Are you truly capable of walking?” Marcus’ tone was both gentle and firm.

Silenced by his question, Millie’s protests died on her lips. She was so fatigued that standing seemed an insurmountable task, let

alone walking.

Resignedly, she decided to relish the comfort and stability of Marcus’ arms.

She lowered her head, inhaling the fresh scent of him. It smelled so pleasing.

Huh?

What was she doing? Noticing that Millie was sniffing him, almost like an affectionate puppy, Marcus inhaled sharply, his brow

furrowing before a faint smile tugged at his lips.

This woman was endearing.

As Millie looked up, she caught Marcus’ smile. Its warmth, as radiant as sunlight, was a rare sight.

She felt a thawing sensation, as if the ice around her heart was melting incrementally with his warmth.

With Millie securely in his arms, Marcus approached the door.

His towering frame seemed to accentuate the room’s low ceiling. The sound of their movement drew the attention of those

outside.

Aware of their impending departure, Derek quickly took a sip of water.

Since embarking on the mission to find Millie, Mr. Thomas’ stern countenance had kept them on edge, so anxious that they

dared not even drink.

Their fears had been compounded after discovering the snow pit and worrying that Millie might have fallen into malevolent

hands.

In their frantic search, they hadn’t stopped, even sweating in the freezing weather.

Millie turned her head from the security of Marcus’ embrace.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to have disturbed you, but we'll be leaving now. I’ll bring you your clothes tomorrow.” She was so

embarrassed. This was the first time that Marcus held her in front of so many people.

“You're really going to leave now? Why don’t you stick around and rest for a little bit longer?”

Her husband gently held her hand and remarked, “Let them go, dear. It’s getting late. I’m sure they need to go home.”

The older gentleman assumed that the younger couple must have a lot to discuss after something so big had happened. It would

be better for them to go home and talk things out.