Chapter 184


    Chapter: 184


    What? Millie touched her heated cheek. Since when had she grown so brazen? She had been discovered spying on his shower,


    making her theughing stock.


    After ten minutes, the liquid symphony of water ceased its melody. Millie drew the inevitable conclusion that Marcus, like a ship


    docking at a port, must havepleted his maritime cleansing ritual.


    Ensconced in her cocoon of quilt, Millie cast an illusion of deep slumber.


    However, Millie''s thespian endeavor faltered. Marcus, like a specter, sauntered to the bed’s head, lifting the quilt off her visage


    with a phantom touch. Involuntarily, her hand sprang forward to reim it, only to be thwarted by Marcus.


    “Your antics—what purpose do they serve? Do you seek to gue me with chills?”


    Millie countered, asserting herself in the silent drama.


    Agrin uncurled on Marcus’ lips. “Dare you spy on a man during his shower?”N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    Millie’s heart drummed a lively beat at his usation, her gaze swiftly deserting Marcus’, resembling that of an used party.


    “Such nder, Marcus! When would | deign to peep at you? Are your eyes victims of deceit? 1 was voyaging the realms of


    dreams, only to have my journey cruelly interrupted by you.”


    Marcus’ brows furrowed like a tempestuous sea. She denied his im and brazenly indulged in her fiction.


    Unfazed, Millie rambled on. “Moreover, my eyes have beheld the majesty of many a handsome man. Their sculpturesque forms


    are smooth as marble and sturdy as granite, kissed by a golden hue.”


    “Many men, you say?”


    “Indeed, their contours are not strangers to my touch. Smooth as silk, a sensation that lingers.” Millie''s tales of whimsy continued


    to flow.


    However, she soon realized, with a pang of regret, that while she spun her tales, the image of Marcus’ captivating silhouette


    unfailingly haunted her thoughts.


    Upon thepletion of her tale, a blush stole across her face like the sun’s kiss at dawn.


    “Wasn''t it you who imed to treasure chastity a moment ago? Now, you im to have known many men. Aren’t you


    contradicting yourself?”


    Marcus, unable to fathom the origins of his irritation, tossed the sheet in his hand over Millie''s face. He deemed her unworthy of


    him and of his vexation.


    Unveiling herself from the sudden textile assault, Millie gulped down lungfuls of air.


    With a resonating click, Marcus plunged the room into darkness, prompting Millie’s lips to twist into a sulky pout.


    Silence descended, coating the room like a thick shroud.


    Millie, eyes ajar, sat in a pool of difort. She was left wondering about the arrival of the unwanted visitors.


    An hour’s vigilter, the window stirred to life.