Chapter 495

Chapter: 495

Asly smile curved on Marcus lips, fueled by his natural charisma.

“T think you not only enjoyed this chair as a child but also find it quite comfortable now. Care to get up for a moment?”

Was that all he wanted to convey?

Millie felt perplexed. A strange sense hinted that he might be teasing her, attempting to coax a smile. Yet, the joke seemed far

from amusing.

“What's the purpose of me standing up?” Millie rose and took a step forward, befuddled.

However, in the next heartbeat, Marcus artfully crossed his long legs and reclined himself leisurely, usurping her seat.

“Let me give this rocking chair a try as well; to see how great it truly is. Since it's so delightful, let’s share it,” he stated.

Marcus’ actions and words left Millie dumbfounded. Pouting, she muttered, “You tricked me and stole my seat.”

“Do you want to sit? You’re welcome to join me.” Marcus arched an eyebrow, tapping his legs encased in tailored trousers.

Millie’s cheeks flushed. Why did she sense that this meticulous man was subtly flirting with her?

Swiftly averting her gaze, she declared with an air of pride, “No.”

Millie brushed aside the drooping willow branches on the side, preparing to leave.

“Billionaire Madam, stay with me for a few moments. | need a short rest. | didn’t sleep much last night.”

With his handsome eyes shut, Marcus accurately yet tenderly caught hold of Millie’s hand.

Her hand nestled within his, he gently pulled her back. Millie was taken aback, her skin warmed by his touch. Surveying the

surroundings, she saw no one present.

Nonetheless, a knot of unease lingered, stifling any attempt to relax. Yet he held her hand firmly, unwilling to let her slip away.

Millie also discerned a hint of indulgence as he referred to her as a billionaire.

She pondered on it and then noticed a subtle bluish hue around the edges of his eyes.

“Why didn’t you sleep well last night?”

Marcus opened his eyes and allowed his gaze to traverse up and down Millie’s statuesque and well-balanced form.

She, the cause of it all, had the nerve to inquire why he hadn't slept well?

Marcus lifted a hand, wearily rubbing his temples.