NovelEnglishDerek wisely chose silence, sensing the tempestuous storm within Marcus.
Gazing at the vacant entrance of the villa shrouded in rain, Marcus experienced a stabbing sensation in his chest, as if a sharp thorn had pierced him.
No matter how tumultuous the world became, this the vowed not to seek that woman out again, even if the sky crumbled.
Evil intentions had no place in this residence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, drenched by the rain, Millie’s pace pressed forward on the road. The villa district offered minimal taxi prospects, and even if she managed to flag one down, her drenched state dissuaded any driver from accommodating her.
As she grappled with impending collapse due to exhaustion, a compassionate driver relented, offering her a ride.
“Thank you, sir.” Millie voiced her gratitude.
The driver, empathetic, cranked the heater to its zenith. “Miss, the rain’s pouring heavily. Why did you venture out without an umbrella? It’s best to remain indoors in such weather. Going out in these conditions is simply imprudent.”
A wry smile graced Millie’s lips. “I neglected to bring an umbrella when I left. The rain caughtoff guard.”
“Well, if you weren’t around my daughter’s age, I wouldn’t have given you a ride.
Next time, consult the weather forecast before stepping out. Don’t be so inattentive to your well-being.”
“I will definitely check the forecast in the future.”
The car’s interior lapsed into silence. Despite the heater working at full blast,
Millie’s body still battled a chill. Yet she recognized this chill to be more than a physical sensation; it had infiltrated her spirit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmScenes unfurled within her mind—delivering the sweet soup to Celeste, Celeste succumbing to the lodged fish bone, her enraged outburst, being dragged into the rain, the mixed emotions evident in Marcus’ eyes…
Leaning lightly against the window, she intuited that nothing auspicious ever transpired under such torrential rain. Her hand cto rest over her chest, a place suffused with numbness and bitterness. She imagined a once-blooming flower that had now withered.
Back within the villa, Bria, having changed into dry attire, concealed herself, reaching out to Rhea to relay her report.
“Miss Evans, we’ve achieved success. As per your plan, I surreptitiously introduced fish bones into the bowl Millie presented to Celeste. One such bone lodged itself within Celeste’s throat, evoking her ire. She concluded that Millie had orchestrated an attempt on her life, prompting her to subject Millie to the deluge outside. Millie was ordered to kneel amidst the rain, yet she evaded this fate by fleeing.”
“How did Marcus respond?” Rhea inquired. “Rest assured. Marcus abstained from any intervention. He watched coldly, emanating a palpable animosity. You have every reason to rejoice. In the aftermath of this ordeal, Millie is perceived as a malevolent force, incapable of reversing her fate.”
Upon concluding the call, Rhea’s visage was graced by a triumphant smile.
Satisfaction surged within her. She had finally managed to ensnare Millie in her intricately woven trap. This time, Marcus would bechers.
In response, she retrieved a pen and paper and began crafting a letter of apology.
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