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Chapter 203
Chapter 203
“Have you ever served in the military?”
“The place where | stayed was much harsher than the military,” Marcus remarked as he added more sticks to the fire. Upon hearing his arrogant response, Millie pursed her lips. Humph! Perhaps he had experienced hell?
Yet, in the flickering glow of the fire, Marcus’ face remained strikingly handsome.
Millie approached the fire, squatting down beside it. Why did this man have to be so good-looking? It seemed like a waste for someone so ill-tempered to possess such a charming countenance.
As they sat before the fire, Marcus remained fixated on the flames, while Millie scrolled through the photos on her phone, occasionally stealing glances at him.
Feeling her back growing colder and colder, she set her phone down, reached for the warm quilt beside her, and stretched out on the bed.
Though she lay on the bed, sleep eluded her. It had been a perilous day. She picked up her phone, recalling that she had downloaded a TV series. Even without intemet access, she could watch it now.
She began watching. After some time, Marcus approached the bed. “What's the matter?” Millie tured to him warily. “Go to sleep. Do you expect me to sit by the fire all night?” Marcus retorted sarcastically.
Millie had been seated for a while, her body stiffening in the process. She understood that no one could remain seated all night. She shifted towards the wall, making space for Marcus to lie down.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
“Then sleep it is. Just don’t touch me.”
With a displeased expression, Marcus settled onto the bed, one arm resting above his head, and his long legs crossed.
Millie glanced at his legs. They were far lengthier than her own. Encased in straight brown pants, they appeared enticing.
She swallowed and surreptitiously gazed upward. The hem of his blue shirt was neatly tucked into a golden belt. He possessed a flawless physique and a handsome face.
Realizing her preoccupation, Millie abruptly turned her head, feigning reluctance to share the same bed with him. She continued engrossed in the TV series, the captivating plot quickly diverting her attention.
Once Marcus settled on the bed, he stared at the wooden ceiling. However, Millie’s loud volume while watching the drama was akin to setting off firecrackers beside him. Sleep eluded him entirely.
Millie had a habit of increasing the volume to its highest when watching TV series.
It was a remnant of her past, when she often watched TV with her hard-of-hearing grandmother. Over time, she had grown accustomed to this practice.
Marcus shifted his body and glimpsed Millie’s face. He observed her as she was immersed in the soap opera, finding the story mundane. How could she derive such enjoyment from it?
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside. It seemed as though something had been blown to the ground by the wind. Instinctively, Millie moved closer to Marcus, inadvertently occupying one of his arms as a makeshift pillow.