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Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Marcus, momentarily distracted from his phone, asked with a serious tone, “What’s the matter?”

Millie turned to face Marcus, his figure enveloped in a brown windbreaker, a picture of refined masculinity. Compared to thegrotesque man they had painted, Marcus was the epitome of elegance, which would stir envy in many.

A thought fluttered in Millie’s mind. If only it had been Marcus last night, it would have been a different story.No, Millie chided herself, her hand reaching up to slap her face lightly. What on earth was she thinking?

“Mrs. Thomas, is something amiss?”

Some speculated that Millie was ensnared by some bewitchment, their gaze shifting between her and Marcus.Amidst the curious looks of the executives, Marcus addressed Millie nonchalantly,

“You may enjoy your breakfast at the nearby table. We have a meeting here.”

As he finished speaking, Marcus accepted the laptop handed to him by Derek.

Indeed, they were done with their meal. Millie scanned the surroundings to replace that the entire restaurant had finished theirbreakfast.

Millie acquiesced; balancing her plate in one hand and her milk in the other, she made her way to an empty seat nearby andquietly took her place.

As if on cue, as soon as Millie settled herself, Marcus emerged from his corner. The sudden eclipse of her daylight told her shewasn’t alone; she lifted her gaze to replace the source of her momentary shade.

“Is something bothering you?” Marcus’ voice thundered overhead.

Her thoughts tumbled like startled birds in the wake of his question.

Could he actually be worried for her? What twist of fate had led him to this point?

“Your outburst earlier, calling someone a ‘scoundrel,’ — was that a war cry against an unseen adversary? Did someone provokeyour wrath?” His voice betrayed a trace of discomfort, though he endeavored to maintain a neutral tone.

Surprise washed over Millie’s face, crystallizing into sheer astonishment. Her intuition had not led her astray; Marcus wasgenuinely invested in her well-being.

Yet, as she considered the vile, brazen jerk who'd incited her anger, the weight of Marcus’ attention felt oppressive.Overwhelmed by guilt, she vehemently denied any victimization.

“No, nobody bullied me. My sleep was troubled and restless, which explains my out-of-sorts disposition.” Millie’s words stutteredfrom her mouth.

“you didn’t replace solace in your slumber?” Marcus’ puzzlement etched itself in the lines of his face.Just the previous night, he’d witnessed her peaceful and rhythmic sleep—a lullaby that tamed his own insomniac demons.

Had he unearthed a hidden truth? Trapped under his scrutinizing stare, Millie’s guilt and anxiety swirled into a daunting whirlpool.