Chapter 619

Amid the dancing candlelight, darkness enveloped the space. Positioned across from one another, their

luminous gazes locked in an unspoken connection. Fragrant gustatory aromas wove a subtle tapestry,

an essence of chemistry seeming to unfurl between them.

Nervously, Millie gripped the knife and fork, delicately beginning her incision into the steak.

Within the confines of her own abode, the steak prepared by her own hands, an unexpected feeling

overcame her – as if she were a guest in her own domain, her restlessness palpable.

Her desire for a modest steak had morphed into an unexpectedly formal affair.

Employing his fork adeptly, Marcus swiftly partitioned the steak into uniform portions and placed them

before Millie.

Amid this intricate ballet of emotions, Millie was left speechless, her thoughts silenced by the

overwhelming sequence of events.

In the wake of Millie’s pause, she seized a morsel of steak, sliding it into her mouth and savoring its

flavors in silence, an acknowledgement of its culinary excellence.

Gently placing his fork aside, Marcus lifted a glass brimming with red liquid and spoke.

“Savor the red wine. Its potency is mild; intoxication won’t ensnare you.”

Within the glass, the red wine displayed a beguiling haze, its allure undeniable. Its sweet flavor added

to its charm.

Embracing audacity, Millie opted for enjoyment. Lifting the glass, she sipped, savoring the sweetness

that enveloped her palate.

The wine proved truly delightful, lacking any hint of intoxication.

Following the meal’s conclusion, Millie restored order to the kitchen before immersing herself in design

within her study, secluded by locked doors. Emerging later, she realized Marcus showed no inclination

to depart.

Her reminder echoed, “It’s time for your departure. I’m retiring for the night.”

Seated upon the sofa, Marcus remained fixated on the nightly news, motionless.

“Our shared slumber isn’t unprecedented. Tonight, this shall be my resting place,” he declared.

Leaving was an unattainable feat. Tonight, he resolved to stay, eschewing the frigid bed that seemed to

sap warmth from his bones.

Swiveling his gaze towards Millie, he spoke. “Since our marriage, we’ve inhabited the villa, yet our

moments together remain unexplored. Given your stay here, tonight it’s solely you and I.” Who would

willingly be alone with him tonight? Millie grappled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Impossible; there’s only one bed here, and it’s quite compact. It’s unfit for you to sleep on,” Millie

asserted.

How could this man exhibit such audacious shamelessness now?

“We can manage a bit of tight space.”

“It’s not comfortable. Perhaps you should return.”