Chapter 175

Chapter: 175

Observing Millie's unlit room from outside, it appeared unlikely that she would retire so early, considering it was merely eight

o'clock in the evening. Furthermore, she hadn’t been spotted in the area lately.

Intrigued by Marcus’ inquiry, Bruce’s curiosity was stirred. It seemed that Marcus’ long-dormant heart was slowly thawing.

“So, you're searching for your wife, eh? Some individuals may deny it, but deep down, their hearts have already been captivated

by their wives. Well, Millie went out for a stroll. She expressed a desire to behold the nocturnal scenery. Just give her a moment;

she'll likely return soon,” Bruce responded.

Each time he rambled on, Marcus’ gaze would shoot icy arrows in his direction, sending a chill down Bruce’s spine.

“She's in an unfamiliar place and yet she ventured out alone at night?” Marcus grimaced.

“I'm not entirely certain whether she ventured out alone. You can inquire about it yourself when she returns. As for me, | have an

early morning meeting tomorrow, so I'll retire upstairs to rest,” Bruce stated, purposefully leaving a cliffhanger before making his

exit.

Marcus settled into the bench, crossing his legs. Darkness descended, elongating the anticipation.

During this period, he received two international phone calls. After concluding the conversations, he stole a glance at his

wristwatch, his countenance growing stern.

Unbeknownst to him, it was already half-past eleven, and Millie had yet to return.

Tapping his knee with his fingers, Marcus pondered whether any danger had befallen Millie during her nighttime stroll. Once he

found her phone number, he readied himself to call her.

“Mr. Thomas, I’m surprised you're still awake.” Patrick returned from outside, passing by, and promptly noticing Marcus seated

on the bench.

He was still donning his casual attire, looking quite fresh.

Marcus raised his gaze, pausing his efforts to contact Millie.

“T'll head in first,” Patrick declared. “I’ve spent the evening with friends and worked up a bit of a sweat. | think I’ll retreat to my

room for a moment to freshen up.”

He then made his exit with a brisk stride. Clearly, he was in a good mood.

The comer of Marcus’ lips twitched. Patrick was out for a leisurely stroll as well?

His distaste for the man had taken root earlier that day. Prior to his departure, he had ordered Derek to engineer some means of

keeping Patrick at arm’s length from Millie.

As expected, not long after, a gentle patter of footsteps announced Millie’s arrival at the entrance.

She crossed the threshold clad in unassuming white shoes, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting an ethereal aura on her

legs. An inscrutable bag occupied her hand.

Asmile of radiant warmth decorated Millie’s face, enhanced by the small white flower tucked behind her ear. To Marcus, it was

an irony.

Thereafter, Millie strode towards the hotel entrance, her gaze fixed ahead, seemingly oblivious to Marcus’ proximity.

Marcus tightened his lips and inquired sternly, “Where have you been?”