Chapter 660

Chapter: 660

“Noodles,” she answered.

“Just noodles?” Marcus looked concerned. “I’ll ask Derek to bring some food from a five-star

restaurant.”

Thereafter, he took out his phone to call Derek.

But then, Millie swiped the phone from his hand. “There’s no need for that. I’m already full.”

She accidentally clicked on the screen, revealing an image of a dark blue ocean, as enigmatic as

Marcus himself.

Millie frowned and said, “This picture isn’t very appealing.”

Marcus raised his thick black eyebrows in response. “Okay, then send me one of your pictures. I’ll use

it, so I can see your pretty face every time I use my phone.”

The comment caught Millie off guard. She noticed Marcus looking at her with warm eyes, and she felt a

flush of shyness. Hastily, she handed the phone back to him.

“I’m not fond of taking photos. This picture is fine. It actually suits you.”

As soon as he had asked for her photos, she had refused.

Millie picked up her pen, pretending to return to her design work.

“You should take a shower and then get some rest. You’re injured, so you need to take good care of

yourself,” she remarked.

Moved by her concern, Marcus reached out to touch Millie’s hand, admiring its delicate beauty.

Feeling a blush warm her cheeks, Millie insisted, “Go take a shower.”

“Yes, ma’am.” With a playful salute, Marcus released her hand and made his way to the bathroom.

Left alone, Millie touched her face, finding that it was still warm. She could feel her heart pounding in

her chest.

When Marcus entered the bathroom, he glanced at the array of containers on the table. There were

bottles of lady’s shower gel, lady’s shampoo, men’s shower gel, men’s shampoo, and then a pink bottle

of skin care cream.

Even Celeste had an extensive collection of skin care products. Millie was quite frugal. Seeing this,

Marcus took out his phone and called Derek.

“Send Millie the best set of cosmetics and skin care products tomorrow,” he instructed.

After ending the call, Marcus removed his clothing and carefully unwrapped the gauze covering his

wound. When he saw the festering injury, his eyes darkened. He had been applying medicine for a

week, and logically, the wound should have been healing.

But it was getting worse. This was a troubling sign. He surmised that the blade had been poisoned.

Outside the bathroom, Millie’s concern prompted her to knock on the door. “Do you need me to help

you take off your clothing?” she asked, suddenly remembering that Marcus’ injury might make it difficult

for him to undress.