Chapter 461


    As Marcus positioned himself before them, his gaze alternated between Millie and Han, his eyes aze with an intensity that


    communicated lethal intent. Millie, sensing his fury, braced herself for the storm unleashed.


    His inquiry resonated in a cold, unrelenting tone.


    “What transpired in my absence?” Marcus’ directness carried a subtle usation, as if Millie and Han had engaged in covert


    machinations behind his back.


    Attempting to offer an exnation, Han interjected, his hand alighting on Marcus’ shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie, his


    words directed at Millie''s benefit.


    “Marcus, there’s no need for exnations. Despite her role as your maid, she is entitled to her privacy.”


    “And what are you clutching?” Marcus’ focus remained unyielding as he redirected his inquiry.


    Millie’s heart raced, the album in her arms symbolizing a treasury of intimate moments. Avoiding Marcus’ gaze, she stammered,


    “Just... nothing much. | was about to go back.”


    Han’s voice chimed in, bearing an air of chagrin, “Why the anger? Be mindful not to distress my dear girlfriend. Remember,


    she is my future wife.”


    Marcus’ reaction was immediate and charged, his hand forcefully shedding Han’s touch from his shoulder. A gaze harboring a


    potent mix of fury and suspicion bore into Han.


    “What did you say?”


    It was an unprecedented sentiment—Marcus harboring an urge to throttle his usually reliable partner.


    Caught in the crossfire, Han registered the anomaly, his surprise evident.


    “why this vehement response? | merely noted her admirable qualities. It’s a shame for her to remain a mere maid in your


    household. I’ve resolved to pursue her, ask her to be my girlfriend, and perhaps even the future Mrs. Curtis.”


    Yet Marcus’ conviction was unwavering; an irond deration was issued without hesitation.


    “That is an impossibility. Leave her be, or be prepared to face the consequences.”


    Marcus’ annoyance radiated, an aura of tension enveloping him. His gaze shifted to Millie, who had swiftly retreated and began


    her escape.


    Marcus’ frustration simmered, clenched fists belying his turbulent emotions. In those brief moments, Millie’s interaction with


    Han kindled an unexpected possessiveness in Han. Thetter wanted her to be his girlfriend.


    “Do you like her, too?”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Han, as astute as ever, understood right away why Marcus was acting the way he was. The man did not usually react so


    strongly to something, but he just did.


    “Anyway, leave her alone.”


    Marcus’ face clouded when he realized how unnecessarily extreme his reaction was.


    Still, he would not let anyone pursue Millie.