Chapter 685

Feeling his warm chest through the fabric, Millie’s heart raced. She withdrew her hand quickly and left,

the pace of her heartbeat only now beginning to slow.

His playful mood reassured her that he had indeed recovered.

Bruce had remained downstairs in the shadows, unwilling to leave. As he waited, he observed Marcus

striding into the building and Celeste storming out in anger.

Earlier, when he had been downstairs, Bruce’s concen for Millie had been overwhelming. The fear that

Celeste might create problems for her kept him rooted to the spot.

Finally emerging from the darkness, Bruce looked up at the room where Millie was, his mind a whirlpool

of thought.

He flexed his hands, the sensation of holding Millie’s soft waist still fresh in his memory.

Elsewhere, Fiona located Giovanni in a rush, her voice dripping with scorn. “The men you sent were

absolutely useless! They were driven away by Millie,” she snapped.

Giovanni scratched his head, attempting to defend himself. “It’s not their fault. That woman is Marcus’

wife. We can’t afford to cross her.”

Fiona’s disdainful snort cut him off. “Is that what terrifies you? How pathetic.”

Her frustration boiled over as her plans to oust Millie were thwarted.

“You could always move into the man’s villa. That way, you wouldn’t have to worry about her exposing

you,” Giovanni suggested.

“Do you think I haven’t tried that? Every time I bring it up, he goes silent.”

Fiona was distressed. Her heart ached with the realization that Leon’s reluctance to live with her

signaled his ongoing suspicion.

Gazing down at her expensive, ornate attire, she yearned for this lavish lifestyle to continue indefinitely.

Giovanni’s eyes were drawn to the gleaming ring on Fiona’s finger, a testament to the wealth of the

man who had showered her with luxury.

The hungry look in Giovanni’s eyes made Fiona uneasy.

“What are you staring at?” she grunted.

“I’m short on cash,” Giovanni replied, his eyes fixed on the ring. “That ring must be worth a fortune.

Hand it over, and I’ll exchange it for money.”

Alarmed, Fiona covered the ring and hid it behind her. “No! He’ll grow suspicious if he finds it missing.”

Even so, Giovanni was relentless. “Give it to me. He’s given you so many things, he won’t remember

this one.”

With a sudden lunge, he seized the ring and darted away, intent on pawning it off for cash.

Fiona went after him. But after a few futile steps, she stopped, feeling defeated. She stared at her bare

finger, her rage simmering within her.