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Chapter 230
Chapter 230
“Derek, please join us. There’s an abundance of food here, too much for just the two of us.”
Earlier in the day, Gemma informed Millie that Derek was the one who defended her against Rhea’s accusations. This gesture had earned hima
favorable impression from Millie. Derek found himself momentarily startled. Would he not simply be an unwanted addition if he shared a meal with Marcus and Millie? “Apologies, Madam, but | just finished my meal and I’m quite full,” replied Derek.
“Please join us; you didn’t even touch your cutlery earlier. How could you possibly be full? Come, sit here,” persisted Millie.
Not only did she invite Derek to dine with them, she rose to her feet and courteously held out a chair, motioning for him to take a seat.
Derek was astonished and flattered by the unexpected courtesy. He glanced warily at Marcus, who bore a stern and rigid look on his face.
“Have a seat,” Marcus instructed, lifting his eyelids. His face grew increasingly frosty. Derek promptly sat down, a shiver running down his spine, immobilizing him with fear.
However, in the blink of an eye, a large, golden chicken drumstick was added to the plate in front of him, a choice made by Millie herself.
“Derek, you've been diligent. Have some chicken drumsticks,” Millie suggested, her face alight with happiness. Marcus was taken aback by her behavior.
The platter of golden drumsticks was closest to him, and when Millie’s hand reached over to grab one, he thought she was. serving him. But to his astonishment, she bypassed him and placed the drumstick directly on Derek’s plate.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
It was evident she was trying to irritate him by feeding chicken to his subordinate right under his nose.
Derek felt an anxious flutter in his heart.
He was half-tempted to knock himself out with the chicken drumstick, questioning if Millie was deliberately instigating a confrontation.
“Madam, | don’t usually eat chicken drumsticks.”
Derek hurriedly picked up the oversized drumstick, only to find that he couldn’t return it or offer it to Marcus.
Marcus’ dark eyes were now icy and pitiless, as if he wished to tear Derek apart.
Derek felt his doom was near.
He was tempted to stand up and swear to the heavens that he had never tried to curry favor with Millie privately.
“Derek, eat quickly! If you don’t like chicken drumsticks, how about some cod instead?” As she chewed on her own drumstick, Millie was about to
serve him the cod.