Chapter 494

Chapter: 494

Meanwhile, Millie reclined on the rocking chair, her eyes shut as she swayed gently.

Suddenly, the chair was jolted vigorously, snapping her eyes open in alarm.

Relief washed over her as she realized it was Marcus. She had feared it might be Mia returning to torment her once more.

“You nearly scared me to death!”

“Enjoying the rocking chair after a meal? You truly live a life of luxury,” Marcus remarked.

The sunlight cast a perfect glow, and the soft breeze added to the serene atmosphere. Reveling in the simple pleasure of

solitude, it was an exquisite sensation.

“Yes, this place feels like my childhood haven.”

Millie shifted her gaze slightly, catching a glimpse of Marcus in his impeccably tailored silver-white suit, his straight trousers.

Tilting her head slightly, she caught sight of his prominent, straight nose.

‘The air of poise that emanated from Marcus, coupled with his commanding good looks, stirred a flutter of longing within her.

Once again, Millie found herself smitten, an urge to pounce on him and steal a kiss. suppressing these thoughts, she redirected

her focus elsewhere.

“This woven vine rocking chair was crafted by my grandfather. | adored sitting here as a child, swaying back and forth until |

drifted off, weaving the most enchanting dreams. My grandfather would sit beside me, recounting stories. By night, the sky above

would be a blanket of stars.”

Millie’s recollections of her idyllic childhood were tinged with a sense of nostalgia.

“But all that happiness came to a halt the year my grandfather passed. He suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was

taken from us in an instant. Not long after, my mother followed. All the joy froze in that year,” she continued.

As she finished speaking, a touch of wistfulness colored Millie’s cheeks, stirring a pang of sympathy in Marcus’ heart.

“Did you love being on this chair as a child?”

Earlier, before lunch, Mia’s words about Millie had sparked an inner turmoil within him.

Initially, he shouldn’t have felt any compassion for Millie given her notorious reputation.

However, as Mia continued to speak, Marcus’ certainty grew that the Brown family excelled at wearing masks.

But they were mere facades, skilled at preying on the weak yet trembling before true strength.

“Was there something wrong with that?”

Baffled, Millie blinked her starry eyes at him.

Perhaps it was Marcus’ inherently commanding presence, but whenever he posed a question or expressed doubt, Millie couldn’t

help but feel as though she had erred in some way.