Chapter 310


    Marcus staggered forward, his steps shaky and his back slick with sweat. The drug was overwhelmingly potent. Eyeing the exit


    in the distance, he knew he would struggle to get out. There was a hotel above the bar where he had a suite. That seemed to be


    his only refuge now.


    Summoning all his remaining reasons, Marcus managed to reach the elevator.


    Once inside, he fumbled with his phone, intending to call Derek, but he identally dialed Millie instead due to his shaking hand.


    At the same time, Millie was in the hospital room chatting with Rylie when Marcus’ unexpected call came through.


    Rylie, catching sight of the caller ID, teased, “Pick up quickly. It’ste, and your husband''s likelying to fetch you.”


    Millie was initially unfazed, but Rylie’s yful jest caused her to blush slightly.


    Answering the call, she softly inquired, “What’s the matter?”


    Hearing Millie''s sweet voice made Marcus momentarily lose focus, his blood surging more rapidly. As the elevator ascended, he


    steadied himself against the wall, managing to rasp out a request in a hoarse voice.


    “Rush to the Royal Hotel, room 000.”


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    Millie’s inquiries lingered, but Marcus was rapidly descending into a state of intense difort, as though his body were a live


    wire, buzzing and threatening to short-circuit. His grip on the phone wavered, quivering like a leaf in the wind, until the


    connection abruptly severed itself.


    Adeep, frantic craving had taken root in each of his cells, leaving them spread wide and desperate.


    Marcus forced himself to navigate the hallway thaty beyond the elevator, fighting against the potent waves of disquiet that


    threatened to capsize him. His destination was the solitary room at the end of the winding passage.


    Upon crossing the threshold, he immediately barricaded the entrance behind him, knowing full well that any other woman''s


    intrusion would ignite a disastrous congration.


    His efforts, however, were abruptly thwarted. Before he could bathe the room in light, a supple form materialized out of the


    darkness, urately homing onto him, her arms twining around his waist in a tender vice.


    The sensation was akin to holding the ripcord of a live grenade.


    Momentarily dumbstruck, Marcus questioned the reality of the situation. Could Millie have materialized with such uncanny speed


    and precision? Her arrival was impably timed.


    He craved her presence and needed her now more than ever.


    Sumbing to his inner turmoil, Marcus clung to the woman enveloped within his grasp.


    “Millie, your presence is a blessing,” he murmured.


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    The husky tone of Marcus’ voice,ced with maic appeal, reverberated in Rhea’s ears, sending shockwaves through her


    heart. The horrifying realization dawned upon her: under the pharmacological influence, Marcus was summoning Millie’s name.