Chapter 458


    Two figures sping, fingers intertwined—a tale of lovers, united till death’s parting.


    Turning pages, a tableau emerged of Millie perched upon Marcus’ sturdy shoulders, his grasp secure upon her limb, her visage a


    blend of bashfulness, his a portrait ofmand. Perfect in harmony.


    Awistful smile adomed Millie''s countenance.


    “What might you glean from this ndestine observance? Why does joy dance in your gaze?”Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Asudden voice pierced the air. Jolted, Millie sealed the album’s secrets, and mirth’s glow was dimmed by a veil of guilt.


    Millie shifted her gaze, and before her, by the swing, stood Han, a contemtive crease in his brow.


    “Spied on wedding photos of your master?”


    Words eluded Millie, caught between the truth and concealment.


    Millie’s response carried a gentle headshake, words escaping her lips with a soft rity. “No, a misapprehension rests here.”


    Inch by inch, Han’s reach approached Millie’s possession.


    “Refuse to acknowledge? Then unveil the truth.”


    His gaze had glimpsed Marcus, dressed in his wedding attire, alongside a woman.


    Yet the image’s details remained a blur—his recognition was limited.


    Swiftly, Millie embraced the album''s frame, her grip firm, a touch of shyness gracing her cheeks when confronted with others’


    gaze upon this captured memory.


    Moreover, Han’s perspective—seeing her only as a maid—prompted her to protect her anonymity as the bride.


    “Are you culpable? Allow me to caution you: a servant peering into her master’s wedded mementos strays from the path of


    propriety. In the realm of your master’s temperament, were he to discern your transgression, repercussions would be


    formidable.”


    Han diligently instructed Millie. In what manner could a servant gaze upon the matrimonial image of her impassive employer


    surreptitiously? She disyed considerable audacity.


    Millie’s brows furrowed, silence her chosen response.


    Heightening his voice, Han added a weighty caveat.


    “Ah, but see here. A hypothesis may be ventured: You hold an affection for your master?”


    Han seemed to know her secrets and stared at hercently.


    The unexpected query left Millie reeling, with an immediate denial leaping from her lips.