Chapter 847

She perceived his action as an act of cruelty, an unwillingness to offer a ride to a girl in need.

Seated beside Darin, she found herself swathed in guilt, the threads of her actions entwined with an

unsteady conscience.

“I realized my necklace was absent as I retired for the night. An oversight during the day led me to

believe it may rest at Marcus’ abode. Thus, I ventured forth to retrieve it.” Her explanation wafted

through the air, seeking solace in her half-truths.

Darin’s silence hung between them, a testament to his discerning nature. He was no fool, yet he

grappled to comprehend Rhea’s persistent attachment, despite the fact that Marcus was now wedded

to another.

Darin brought Rhea to a halt in front of her residence. Within the confines of the car, an oppressive

atmosphere enveloped them, and the entire journey transpired in a somber silence, punctuated only by

the rhythm of the engine’s hum.

“Here you are.” Darin’s voice pierced the silence.

However, Rhea remained unmoving, her fists clenched tightly as her mind wove intricate plans-

strategies that would employ others as pawns to execute her own desires.

“Would you like to come inside for a while?” Rhea’s suggestion lingered, hanging in the air like an

unexpected breeze.

Darin found himself momentarily struck dumb, taken aback by her invitation. This was an

uncharacteristic move on Rhea’s part; she had always maintained a distance between them, revealing

no inklings of interest before.

“Come,” Rhea pressed, her words luring him into action.

With her guidance, Darin stepped out of the car and followed Rhea into her bedroom. Each step felt as

though he walked on air, the ambiance of Rhea’s room enveloping him-a realm tinted in hues of pink,

exuding a distinctly girlish aura.

Rhea paused, her back to Darin, as her hand ventured to the buttons of her collar. Slowly, deliberately,

the neckline yielded to her touch, revealing the smooth expanse of her shoulders.

“What endeavor are you currently engaged in?” A flood of emotions surged within Darin’s being as he

bore witness to this captivating tableau, causing him to avert his gaze in a mixture of captivation and

reticence.

“Darin, your fondness for me is apparent, and I am prepared to offer myself to you. Yet, in exchange, I

require a favor.” Rhea’s voice held a gravity that cut through the air, her intention veiled beneath her

words.

Darin’s grip on his thigh tightened incrementally. The prospect of Rhea’s proposition surged through

him, igniting a fire of anticipation. Conquering a woman’s body, it was whispered, was the surest path

to her submission,

Although Rhea’s heart currently gravitated toward Marcus, Darin couldn’t help but entertain the notion

that their dynamic might shift after a physical connection.

“What do you wish for me?” Darin queried, his puzzlement evident.

“I harbor an intense animosity toward Millie. I beseech you to assist me in eradicating her,” Rhea

conveyed.

The contours of her desires were etched across her face, a manifestation of her Longing for Millie’s

removal. With each encounter, Millie seemed to effortlessly claim victories over her, impelling Rhea to

harbor deep-seated resentment.

The prospect of retaining this enmity was unacceptable; it could only be quelled through Millie’s

elimination.

Darin’s reaction to Rhea’s request was profound. The enormity of her entreaty seemed to anchor him in

disbelief. The task she laid before him was anything but simple, a realization that struck with a jolt.

“You claim to cherish me, yet you falter in fulfilling such a modest request. Your affection, it seems, is

quite easily discounted.”