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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
hapter: 11 “It's late. You should go home now.” Marcus glanced at her before returning his attention to the document in his hands.
Rhea’s face turned pale. The look Marcus had sent her way was so cold and uncaring, She looked out the window before asking timidly, “Can you drive me home? It’s too dark outside, and I’m scared.”
Marcus did not even bother to look up as he replied, “I have some business matters to take care of. I'll ask Ethan to drive you home.”
Dissatisfaction rose within Rhea, but she stifled the need to express it in Marcus’s presence.
Marcus had been treating her nicely in an effort to make up for what happened five years ago, but it was obvious that he only saw her as his friend at best. ©
However, Rhea was not the type to give up easily. Only she was worthy of being the mistress of the Thomas household. “Okay. I'll take my leave now, then. Don’t stay up too late.”
Finally, the peace in the study was restored. Marcus, irritated by Millie’s behaviour and words, massaged the space between his brows.
She not only tricked him into marrying her, but she also implied that he was a woman-hungry beast who would settle for anyone who offered herself to him.
Marcus put down the document he was holding, picked up the magazine Millie had dropped on the table, and sat back in his chair.
He flipped to the page containing the bag Millie had just mentioned and gazed at the three hundred-thousand-dollar price tag. Then, he looked at the one Rhea had been eyeing, the one that cost one hundred fifty thousand dollars. Millie’s antics were so embarrassingly juvenile.
She wanted him to buy her a bag? Ridiculous.
He had not even got even with her yet, but she was already trying to get him to buy her a bag. He snorted and threw the magazine into the trash can.
Marcus closed his eyes, recalling the unexpectedly sweet and pleasant scent that surrounded him when Millie stopped next to him.
When he noticed that his mind had wandered to the woman, Marcus shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning down in a scowl. This must be a ploy to get his attention, devised by that wicked woman. He would not put it past her. After all, she even drugged her own family to marry him.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Unfortunately, he failed to get Millie out of his mind, and the more he thought about her and the predicament she had brought to him, the more disorganized his thoughts grew. In the end, Marcus got to his feet and went to the second floor.
In the bedroom, Millie had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her nightgown was dragged down a bit, exposing one of her pristine white shoulders. Currently, she was adjusting the strap of her bra.
Millie inhaled deeply. The strap was so restrictive, and it left a red vertical mark on her shoulder. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom was yanked open in a rather violent manner, startling her. “Hey, w-why did you come in... without knocking?” Millie stammered, her face flushing.
Marcus froze for a second, his mind clouded by the titillating scene in front of him.