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Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Chapter: 193
Returning the collective glare, Millie spun on her heels and fled. She returned to the hotel, retrieved a basket, and then sprinted to the orchard. She began to pick every orange in sight. Her eyes began to sting as she was overcome with a sense of injustice.
She had no desire to return to this cursed place. Her luck here had been abysmal; she had been targeted for assassination, lost her virtue, and was nearly suffocated by that brute Marcus.
After collecting the oranges her grandmother wished to eat, she would make a swift exit. Regardless of the distance, she was determined to return home, even if she had to do it on foot.
“Marcus, are you so quickly willing to absolve Millie of her transgressions? She nearly brought about my end.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Rhea, with the corner of her lips caught between her teeth, collapsed into a fit of tears. A torrent of disbelief surged within her as she registered Marcus’ readiness to forgive Millie. It felt as though her actions and her sacrifices were meaningless echoes in a vast void.
Marcus allowed his gaze to sweep briefly over Rhea. She was attempting to bridge the space between them, but he deftly sidestepped her.
Rhea, realizing the futility of her efforts, ceased her approach and settled into a contemplative stare at Marcus. His handsome features ensnared her heart at first glance.
Yet, despite her persistent endeavors, she remained an unnoticed shadow in the comers of Marcus’ vision. “Marcus.”
Rhea voiced his name in a whisper, an attempt to snare his attention, but Marcus’ gaze remained icy and aloof. “Did you not notice my near strangulation?”
“Okay. Are you now accusing me of instigating this? | understand. She is your wife and your confidante. If 1 maintain my distance, she will not harm me, and | will cease to vex you.”
Rhea was at a loss for why Marcus responded to her with such cold disdain. Her hands trembled, the aftershock of his increasingly bitter demeanor towards her.
“Return to your quarters and attire yourself anew,” Marcus instructed, his tone curt. Marcus had truly let Millie go, Rhea contemplated, a realization bitter and sorrowful like swallowing a pill of anguish.
“Very well.”
As Rhea departed, Derek addressed Marcus with grave concern.
“Mr. Thomas, | have dire news. Reports suggest one of the killers evaded capture last night. It is feared he may strike again.” “How could you allow his escape?”
Derek squirmed uncomfortably. “I will dispatch a search party at once.”
Shortly after, Marcus noticed Derek’s lingering presence, an indication that he was yearning to voice further concerns.
“Speak your mind.”