NovelEnglishChapter 186
Chapter: 186 After the final wisps of his second cigarette joined the night, he disrobed, slipping beneath the quilt with practiced ease. The sun heralded a new day, and Millie rose at the last possible moment.
‘As she prepared to tidy the bed, she was taken aback by the evidence of an uninvited guest—an indentation suggesting company.
Ashiver claimed her as she noticed the window ajar.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe previous night’s memories flooded back—the window she had secured with conviction, the upright pillow now flattened. Apanic seized Millie. Had she shared her bed with a stranger last night?
Was that Marcus? No way. He wouldn't deign to share a bed with her. It couldn’t have been him.
Could it have been an intruder?
Gods! Millie’s heart hammered against her chest. She hastily scanned herself, relieved to find no signs of violations.
But the undeniable evidence remained: she had shared her bed with a man. Judging by the size and breadth of the indentation, it certainly was not a woman.
Perhaps his inability saved her from violation. Yet the thought of unknowingly sharing her sanctuary with a stranger agitated her. Fury ignited within Millie. She vowed to find the perpetrator and ensure he faced her wrath. Marcus and his group were ensconced in the heart of a pavilion, a restaurant perched on a lake, enjoying their morning repast.
Upon lifting his gaze, Marcus spied Millie, her hair in a haphazard bun, appearing listless and entangled in her thoughts, looking as if she had been drained of her life force.
Annoyance gripped Millie. She felt as though an army of caterpillars was invading her body. Her teeth ground together in anger. She yearned to find and extinguish the source of her torment at once.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Millie breached the lively epicenter of the restaurant, all eyes becfixated on her. According to the company’s chronometer of civility, the breakfast would commence promptly at half past seven. Millie had arrived late, exuding an air of languid ease that sharply contradicted the corporate tempo.
Moreover, Millie was a mystery to the company. Judgments began to swirl around her. Rhea, particularly sour-faced, shot Millie a glare and muttered a spiteful phrase under her breath. “such a languorous creature. She must have been a pig in a past life,” she scored.
Millie remained oblivious to Rhea’s barbed remark, yet those sharing Rhea’s table were not so deaf. A chorus of muffled laughter erupted from behind cupped hands.
“Mrs. Thomas, your presence is requested at Mr. Thomas’ table.” Derek approached to guide Millie, a hint of servility in his voice. Following Derek's indication, Millie’s gaze landed on an empty seat at the far end.
Scanning the room, she noted the multitude of people seated around her. With a gracious nod, she thanked Derek and trailed behind him.
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