Chapter 618

“If your palate craves such a meal, perhaps a lavish restaurant would better suit your desires. My

culinary talents are not at your disposal,” she quipped, her tone laced with a trace of irritation.

Marcus’ gaze trailed over the curves of her figure before his lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Should you withhold sustenance from me? I’ll consume you as an alternative dish tonight.”

Consume me? The notion reverberated within her, a puzzlement etched upon her features. How could

he possibly mean such a thing?

The audacity of his words bore into her consciousness. The initial confusion gave way to

comprehension, and her face instantly flooded with a rosy hue. A single word, carrying the weight of

her sentiments, slipped through her lips.

“Bastard!”

Within the culinary confines, the kitchen stood diminutive. Marcus’ towering presence magnified the

spatial constraints, causing the walls to inch closer, almost in trepidation.

Amid this culinary setting, Marcus appeared incongruous. His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s

embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering on the brink of exile.

From the kitchen window, Marcus gazed down upon the luminous tapestry of family lights. The

fragrance of fine cooking infused the air, rendering this place a sanctuary for shared delights and

conducive to twosome pleasures.

Witnessing Millie’s earnest culinary endeavors for the both of them, the day assumed a hue of

wonderment.

“Take heed. Avoid the flames’ fervor,” cautioned the attentive observer.

She had placed only one piece of steak in the pan, a morsel clearly not intended for him.

With Millie’s culinary finale, a delicate tableau emerged. A porcelain plate hosted a medium-well steak

alongside half-cooked eggs, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes—a culinary masterpiece poised to tantalize.

A knock stirred Millie, but Marcus had already unveiled the mystery, standing at the door alongside

Derek.

“Mr. Thomas, your desires are here,” Derek announced, leaving Millie astounded.

After securing the bags, Marcus shut the door.

From within a bag emerged a bottle of red wine. “Shall we partake in this red nectar?” he proposed to

Millie.

Millie remained silent, overwhelmed by astonishment. He had orchestrated every detail.

Having retrieved two delectable steaks and graced the table with their presence, Millie found herself

observed by Marcus, who, with the grace of a gentleman, drew out the adjacent chair and assisted her

descent. Millie assumed her seat with a touch of unease.

Moments later, Marcus kindled tall candles, casting an elegant ambiance as he dimmed the lights.

Millie, as she seated herself, was momentarily taken aback by the transformation. His intentions

perplexed her.

With the lights extinguished, Marcus assumed his seat.

“Enjoy.”