Chapter 57

Chapter: 57

“Millie, this should be the last time you go out drinking. The next time something like this happens, I’m going to kill you.”

With a resentful huff, Marcus carried Millie in his arms, while Mylo and Delmor stifled their laughter behind their hands.

Their friend had definitely married a woman that was one of a kind.

Out of the teahouse, Marcus roughly dumped Millie onto the back seat. He was about to close the door, but she started acting

out again, leaving Marcus no choice but to sit in the back with her.

“sit properly!” he ordered.

In the driver’s seat, Ethan was surprised.

“Drive!” Marcus snapped coldly when he caught the driver looking back at them.

As soon as the car started moving, Millie felt sick. She felt suffocated. In a desperate attempt to feel better, she raised her hand

to open the window for a breath of fresh air.

“Do you have a death wish or what?” Marcus scolded and pulled her back.

Millie lost the little balance she had and fell onto Marcus's lap. Then, she looked up at him, staring at his face for the first time.

He was really handsome, with no sign of imperfection on his face.

She couldn’t seem to keep her thought to herself. Her mouth opened on its own.

“Hubby, you're so handsome!”

Marcus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

The next second, as if nothing just happened, Millie closed her eyes and gave a satisfied sigh. She kicked off her shoes and

placed her legs on the luxurious leather seat.

Her slender arms wrapped around his sturdy waist causing Marcus to unconsciously stiffen. His first instinct was to remove her

hands, but strangely, he began to feel something warm seep into his heart and relaxing him.

He felt good. After a while, he relaxed into the seat and watched her.

He had never seen her so silent and at peace before. His hand slowly lifted and touched Millie’s forehead.

He was curious. Many people called Millie ugly. Those who had seen her reacted rather dramatically too.

It puzzled him because he had seen that picture. Yes, she was ugly, but it wasn’t so bad that one could be disgusted.

He caressed her forehead, feeling the tender and smooth skin under his hand.

He gently brushed her bangs away, scared of waking her up and having to deal with her state again.

He stared at her again, realizing that as time went by, he didn’t feel so strongly towards her ugly appearance anymore. He felt

more like he had married a cunning and vicious woman.