Chapter 315

He was, after all, her husband in name, and she had to concede that he was quite a looker. An ephemeral moment of disarray

swept over her, thinking that surrendering to a man of his charm wouldn’t be entirely regrettable.

Acool sensation prickled the corner of her eyes. Wiping a single tear away, Millie was taken aback by her own display of

emotion, chiding herself for being weak.

Rising from the bed, Millie turned on the room light. She then moved to a chair and settled into it. A solitary, vibrant red rose

adorned a vase on the table. Picking it up, she sniffed it, a sense of injustice lingering.

Marcus was indeed insufferable, always taking her for granted.

Should she make an immediate exit? She wondered if he would lose his composure when he re-emerged.

However, the idea of leaving filled her with trepidation. What if he invited other women over? Would she then be relegated to the

role of a betrayed spouse? His handsome allure was sure to enchant other women.

The sound of running water from the bathroom continued for a considerable period of time. Millie had been seated for so long

that her muscles began to stiffen. She decided to stretch her legs and approached the expansive window, drawing back the

heavy curtains to let in some fresh air.

It was then that she noticed the beautifully landscaped garden balcony beyond the room, blooming with vibrant flora.

Millie was aware that a suite boasting such a picturesque balcony could cost upwards of forty to fifty thousand for a night. As she

considered the extravagance, her hand, clutching the curtain, shook faintly.

Finally, the sound of cascading water from the bathroom ceased. Marcus emerged, his torso bare and clad only in a towel

around his waist, showcasing his sculpted abs and elongated legs to an abashed Millie.

A brief exchange of glances left Millie flushed and awkward. She quickly pivoted away and, in a huff, queried, “Why aren’t you

properly clothed?”

Simultaneously, confusion clouded Marcus’ face as he retorted, “You didn’t leave?”

He assumed that her fury would have impelled her to leave promptly.

Marcus’ gaze lingered on Millie's slender form, her back turned towards him. Her legs were held tightly together, without a sliver

of space between them. Her hair, previously tied up, now flowed freely down her back.

The sight of Millie stirred Marcus’ previously subdued desires. Hastily diverting his gaze, he turned towards the wardrobe to

retrieve a fresh outfit that Derek had laid out for him.

Marcus, observing Millie’s timid demeanor, draped the shirt he’d just picked off the hanger.

Behind him, there was an eerie stillness. Millie was gradually succumbing to unease. Since his exit from the bathroom, she had

been apprehensive. What if he lost control again?

Ina flurry of anxiety, Millie announced, “I’m taking my leave now.”

She turned towards the exit, avoiding any sideways glances, but was swiftly restrained by Marcus’ firm grip on her arm.

“Hold on, let’s depart together.”

He had already changed his clothes? He still looked strikingly attractive. Millie was spellbound by his impeccable appearance.

Although freshly clothed, Marcus needed to gather his bearings given the potency of the drug he’d consumed.