Chapter 415


    Chapter: 415


    After retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Millie eschewed beginning her design without dy. Instead, her fingers danced


    across the keyboard as she delved into the virtual world to unearth information about Mrs. Barton.


    Time’s passage was marked by the soft clicks of her mouse until she stumbled upon an archived interview featuring Mrs. Barton.


    Within it, the host inquired if red was her favored hue.


    Observation had told them that Mrs. Barton’s wardrobe zed with red, yet the response was a pause that hung heavy in the air.


    Eventually, she slowly shook her head, her voice soft but decisive, revealing her true affection for the shade of ck.


    Millie’s mind tumed over this revtion, as if peering into a mystery.


    ck!


    Acolor cloaked in secrecy, symbolizing safety and humility.


    Aspark ignited in Millie’s creative soul, and with a newfound inspiration, she set to work designing with fervor.


    When Marcus returned, he found Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting her, he ced her on the bed.


    He noticed the childlike wetness at the corner of her mouth—a secret shared only in sleep.


    Without revulsion, he tenderly wiped away the drool, marveling at hisck of difort.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    Millie’s lips smacked in her sleep, a subtle sign of relief as the stickiness retreated.


    Marcus’ eyes were then drawn to Millie’s half-finished creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But s, it was marred by the


    errant drool; its lines were blurred, and the drawing was tarnished.


    Millie awoke in the pre-dawn hush, checking her phone to find the time had slipped to two in the morning.


    Realizing she was in bed and Marcus was peacefully sleeping nearby, she wondered if he had carried her to bedst night.


    Eased from bed and driven by a need to continue her work, she approached her desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a


    crumpled draft marked by a dried watermark.


    Apang of sadness and embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked paper must have been witnessed by Marcus.


    Flushed with both determination and mortification, she sat down, pulled out a fresh piece of paper, and began anew. Her design,


    already etched in her mind, flowed effortlessly onto the paper.


    She settled on a twoyer snowke motif, a dance ofrge and small snowkes encircling a white diamond at the core,


    surrounded by ck diamonds in the outer snowkes.


    There was no ck snow in nature’s palette, but her choice was guided by the cryptic words from Mrs. Barton’s interview.


    By the time the morning clock struck eight, Millie’sbor wasplete. With urgency, she sent her work to the team she had


    been working with, imploring them to bring it to life.


    The Thomas Group boasted a team of master craftsmen, ready to publish Nancy’s work as soon as it wasplete.


    Having finished her design, Millie stretched and looked around, discovering Marcus still asleep.