Chapter 69

Chapter: 69

“Who are you?” he asked in a rough tone.

Marcus’ thighs held down both of Millie’s legs, while one of his hands pinned both of hers above her head.

Millie’s heart was pounding so loudly that she could probably hear it. She had been caught red-handed. What excuse was she

going to give to get out of this one? Funny enough, even in this situation, she was still clinging to a glimmer of hope that he

would let her go.

Marcus’ face darkened when he realized that he was holding down a woman. The hands were too petite and delicate to be a

man’s.

Immediately, he grabbed the phone from the bed and pointed it at the face under him. Millie was mortified. She desperately

wanted to cover her face from him, but her hands were held captive.

“Millie?”

Marcus was taken aback. Why was this woman sneaking around in the middle of the night?

“What are you doing? Speak.”

Millie was mortified. She only realized now how stupid her plan was. She must be insane to think she could steal the ring from

Marcus, who was always on guard.

Her limbs were about to be crushed under Marcus's weight, and cold sweat was dripping off her forehead, but she needed to

think of an excuse fast.

“You weren't covering yourself properly with the blanket, so | came to make sure you didn’t get a cold.”

It was a lame excuse, considering that he always slept in the same posture and rarely moved while he slept, which meant the

blanket almost never slipped off him.

Marcus was also aware of this, and he said, “I don’t toss and turn in my sleep, so the blanket never leaves my body.” ©

Millie groaned in pain when his weight on her legs increased. She felt like a helpless fish on a butcher's board, unable to do

anything to stop herself from being butchered.

“You weren't really covering yourself properly. You’re thinking too much. | really wanted to help you. I’m just concerned about

you, and this is what | get in return?”

Suddenly, Marcus's face went blank as his eyes slid downward, fixating on something, and his enraged look faded.

Millie’s brows furrowed in confusion. What was he looking at? Why was he not angry anymore? She jerked herself upright and

followed his gaze.

Her eyes widened when she caught sight of her chest. What in the world happened?

It seemed that one of the buttons on her pajama top had come undone.

The stark contrast between her red bra and her pale skin was quite a captivating sight. ©

In her panic, Millie let out a squeal.

“Let me go! Don’t look at me! Hey, didn’t you hear me? Quit staring at me!”