Chapter 863

“Stop dwelling on her, Even if she isn’t conventionally attractive, she wouldn’t hold any interest in you.

Word has it that she graduated from Preagend’s finest university, while you, a pampered youth who

didn’t even finish high school, why would she spare you a thought?”

Delia’s assessment of Millie ran deep. A diligent and well-mannered student since childhood, Millie

carried an impression of grace and dedication. Beneath her gentle exterior lay a strong-willed individual

with steadfast principles.

Resolving to block out his mother’s words, Roland contemplated the irony that his own mother not only

failed to encourage him to pursue an exceptional wife but also looked down on him. He couldn’t help

but wonder if she was truly his mother.

Once indoors, Roland settled down to watch TV. Before long, Laurel concluded her shower and

emerged.

“Watch ou

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Roland sprang to his feet abruptly, capturing an eight-legged insect that had been crawling on Laurel.

The creature resembled a centipede, with its elongated body triggering discomfort.

“This insect is venomous. Its bite would provoke a rash across your body, inducing insufferable

itchiness,” Roland cautioned.

Laurel, after catching a clear glimpse of the long black critter, shivered, a shudder coursing through her.

Fortuitously, Roland’s timely attention prevented calamity. A bite from this worm-like creature would

have wreaked havoc on Laurel’s delicate complexion and tender flesh, leading to unfathomable

consequences.

“Dispose of it alread: Why are you holding it?” Laurel grumbled.

Guiding the insect outside, Roland attempted to squash it underfoot. Laurel adjusted her hair and

squinted her eyes, trailing him outside.

“Wait, don’t kill it. Get a bottle and trap it inside,” she instructed.

“Trap it in a bottle?” Roland echoed, perplexed.

“Just follow my lead. Quickly, put it in a bottle,” Laurel insisted.

With a purposeful stride, she returned indoors, changed attire, and emerged once more. Seizing the

bottle with the trapped insect from Roland’s grasp, she secured a bag for its containment.

“Where are you headed?” Roland inquired, observing Laurel’s departure.

“It’s none of your concern. I’ll be back shortly,” came Laurel’s retort. Roland stroked his chin

thoughtfully, puzzled by Laurel’s behavior. It was evident that she had an aversion to insects, so why

was she purposefully taking one outside?

Bag in hand, Laurel knocked on Millie’s door.

Nursing a wound of humiliation, Laurel hatched a plan to retaliate – placing the insect in Millie’s bed.

The prospect of depositing the insect in Millie’s bed, and the potential consequences that might unfold

during her slumber, sent shivers down

Laurel’s spine, eliciting goosebumps.

Simultaneously, Millie was occupied in the kitchen, tending to a pot of boiling water. The interruption of

a knock on her door led her to respond by opening it.

The instant the door swung open, Laurel entered without hesitation.

“Millie, I’ve come to inquire after your well-being. Doesn’t living alone evoke fear?