Chapter 287


    Marcus, a step ahead yet within her reach, spun around abruptly, and Millie found herself colliding with the fortress that was his


    chest.


    “Oh...”


    With a reflexive motion, Millie used her hand to extricate herself from his muscr armor, tilting her head upward to meet his


    gaze. Marcus’ eyebrows, previously at ease, arched upward.


    “The woman you saw, Rylie, is Vincent’s wife,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of unshared secrets. “The fortunes of his


    family waned, and Vincent was sent to prison. My duty now is to safeguard her and her unborn child, to prevent Vincent’s soul


    from being tormented in his steel cage.”


    He was elucidating the matter to her!


    His unexpected and enlightening rifications left Millie disoriented. There was an inexplicable maism to him, whenever she


    found herself in close proximity.


    After his exnation, Marcus scrutinized her like an unread Millie felt her cheeks flush under his unwavering gaze, unprepared


    for the raw openness he disyed, guiding her through thebyrinth of misunderstandings.


    “Understood. Let’s return,” she stammered, her eyes cast downward, too intimidated to hold his gaze.


    “anything you wish to express?” Marcus interjected, his fingers snaking around her wrist as she attempted to leave.


    With a swift motion, Millie detached herself, ying deaf to his words as she hurried away.


    “Millie.”


    Marcus’ fists tightened. She had mastered the art of avoiding him.


    As she strode away, Millie also clenched her fists. Her attempt at evasion had failed; she halted and swiveled around.


    “I''m sorry. | misconstrued your intentions.”


    Far from chivalrous, he often taunted her without a trace of remorse.


    This sudden apology caught Marcus off guard. Had he cornered her into this admission? As he contemted, a sharp sound


    echoed behind him.


    Just beyond their space, the door of a ward creaked open. A silhouette, icy and aloof, emerged and headed in the opposite


    direction.


    Millie’s startled nce made Marcus pivot on his heel.


    “That’s Leon,” Millie murmured.


    She drew a few more steps closer to the ward door, peering curiously through the ss panel. A soft light illuminated the inside,


    where Loisy ashen-faced on the bed, one of her wrists swathed inyers of thick gauze.


    Millie said gently, “Miss Rayne is inside.”


    Marcus looked sideways. He was tall and saw the person lying inside through the small window of the ward door from a


    distance.


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