NovelEnglish“What’s wrong?”
“I need you to design a bracelet for my mother. Her health has been declining recently, and she’s feeling quite down. I think a gift might lift her spirits,” the friend explained.
“It’s all on me,” Millie said with joy.
“Grace, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night,” Millie confessed, resting her forehead on the desk. Whenever she felt down, Grace was her most reliable confidante.
Marcus had been acting strangely lately, and she couldn’t figure out why.
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“You couldn’t sleep? What’s going on? Share it with me, and I’ll help you make sense of it,” Grace inquired right away.
“Last night, Marcus returned htoo late. He wokeup, and I couldn’t get back to sleep,” Millie explained, withholding sof the details. She didn’t want to appear as a woman consumed by lLove- induced sorrow. She sought a carefree life, focusing on her career without love getting in the way.
But Marcus’ unusual behavior the previous night had thrown her off balance.
“In my view, it’s not his lateness that troubled you, but the fact that you don’t know why he’s always out and returns late. That’s what’s really bothering you, right? Millie, I’m here for you, no matter what you choose to do. You’re his wife; you should insist that he be hby ten. You are more important than the company,”
Grace firmly advised.
Millie blushed, realizing that Grace understood her perfectly.
“Is Marcus at the company now? If not, call him and ask what he’s up to. You should always know where he is. Don’t give others any opportunity.”
Later that afternoon, Marcus left the company. Millie watched his car drive away from her spot by the window.
“I don’t know if that’s wise. What if he’s doing something important?”
Millie hesitated.
“So what? Just ask quickly and hang up. Millie, you can’t be timid when it comes to keeping your husband in line!” Grace countered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter their chat, Millie tapped her fingertips on the table, bolstering her courage. She called Marcus and walked out of the design department.
The phone connected almost instantly.
“Honey,” Marcus whispered, signaling to someone nearby that he needed to take the call.
The background conversation ceased, and Millie, swallowing nervously, asked, “Where are you?”
“I’m playing golf. What’s going on?” Marcus replied. He knew Millie wouldn’t call without a reason, and he wondered what prompted the call.
He wasn’t lying. His schedule clearly showed a golf gwith suppliers that afternoon.
Laughter erupted from the background. “Calling to check up on him during the day, huh? Mrs. Thomas, you run a tight ship, don’t you?”
Millie’s face turned crimson. What could she say? She just wanted to know where he was.
“Millie?”
“Nothing. Keep going. I’m hanging up.” Millie ended the call quickly, her embarrassment evident.
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