Chapter: 662


    With Giovanni, he would have undoubtedly been aroused, eagerly embracing the opportunity for


    intimacy upon witnessing her provocative appearance.


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    In the middle of the night, Marcus found himself unable to sleep due to the pain in his arm.


    Upon awakening early the next morning, he upied the sofa.


    “Allow me to change your bandages for your wound.”


    Equipped with a medical kit, Millie approached, sensing his slight abnormality that day. He typically


    didn’t rise this early.


    Millie, still bleary-eyed, had her dark hair casually tied up. To Marcus, she appeared endearing, and he


    noted a reduction in his pain when in her presence.


    Marcus had realized the gravity of his wound and decided to spare Millie from witnessing the worsening


    wound.


    “ll take the medicine to thepany and have Derek change the bandages there.


    There’s a lot to attend to at the office today, and I must leave now.”


    Grabbing the medicine bottle, Marcus departed. Millie, left with a perplexed expression, wondered what


    could be so pressing that he couldn’t wait for a dressing change.


    After a while, a series of knocks echoed on Millie’s room door.


    Millie spected that Marcus might have forgotten something, but when the door swung open, she was


    met by Fiona’s presence.


    With arms crossed and a hint of confrontation in her stance, Fiona seemed prepared for an argument.


    Millie surmised that Fiona hade to address her due to the man mentioned yesterday.


    Through clenched teeth, Fiona dered, “I’m here to tell you that it’s best to keep your mouth shut and


    stay out of other people’s business.”


    Millie’s prediction had been urate.


    With a sardonic smile, Millie retorted, “He’s my rtive, and he saved my grandmother’s life. Did I tell


    him the truth yesterday? I merely cautioned him to be cautious about deception.” Fiona struggled to


    find a retort for Millie’s confident stance.


    “You… But even if you tell him, he won’t believe you. He’ll only believe my words.”


    Millie’s confidence provoked Fiona, who raised her head, aiming to exude assurance.


    “If he believes you, why bothering to warn me?”


    Millie parried with ease. She then posed another probing question.


    “By the way, why did you choose to alter your appearance to look like me as a child?”