Chapter 533

“Marcus, for the woman you choose, what virtues do you seek?”

“A wife? I’ve no yearning for that.”

He, engrossed with a toy truck, regarded the query as insignificant.

“Promise me this: a heart that’s kind, a soul that sees beyond the surface. Do not be ensnared by mere appearances.”

“Agreed, Great-grandpa.”

“Cherish her, as | cherish your great-grandma. Embrace her through life’s ebbs and flows, and in time, you'll fathom the beauty

of steadfast love.”

His wife’s qualities remained uncertain.

The bond he shared with Millie barely scratched the surface of his grandfather’s ideals.

Millie visited her grandmother at the hospital once again. Just as before, her grandmother prompted her to head back home as.

evening approached.

Following her return home, darkness had already descended. After dinner, Millie ascended to her room to take a refreshing

shower. Amid the gentle cascade of water, Millie contemplated the advice her grandmother had imparted.

“Millie, you must foster a harmonious relationship with Marcus. Men bear tremendous burdens while pursuing their careers, and

it's important for women to offer understanding and support.”

Having cleansed herself, Millie donned a pristine white nightgown and ran a comb through her straight hair. Opening the bottle of

perfume, she let a hint of its fragrance grace her skin.

Satisfied with the scent, she settled at her desk to immerse herself in her design work.

Upon Marcus’ arrival home, Millie remained engrossed in her tasks.

At the sound of the door turning, her head lifted swiftly.

With his commanding presence, Marcus entered the room. Nervously gripping her pen, Millie watched him.

Anxiety stirred within her due to the fragrance she wore. To her astonishment, Marcus spared her a cold glance before stretching

out on the bed and shutting his eyes.

Bewildered, Millie furrowed her brows.

Soon, a mingling of alcohol and another distinct perfume wafted through the air, reaching her senses.

Millie was taken aback. What had Marcus been up to that night?

Fuming, she stood up and marched to the bathroom, determined to cleanse herself of the fragrance. Her anger burned bright.

What a despicable man! A complete and despicable man!