Resentment festered within Rhea due to Celeste’s preference for Shera.


    A peculiar smile crept onto Rhea’s lips as thoughts of Shera upied her mind. She wondered if


    Shera, in the other realm, harbored resentment towards her.


    “Goodnight then,” Rhea said as she bid her farewell, her departure marked by an enigmatic smile.


    The following dawn saw Millie, still in a half-awakened state, shift slightly. A hand enveloped her waist


    with a firm embrace. As her eyes gently fluttered open, the wless countenance of Marcus greeted


    her gaze.


    A faint twinge of difort on her lips triggered Millie’s recollection of the prior night’s events.


    In an effort to shield herself, Millie brought her hands to her face as the memory of a near loss of


    innocence painted itself across her mind. His presence had been imposing, almost as if he intended to


    merge her into his very bones.


    However, Providence favored an alternative course; his touch ventured southward, coinciding with the


    sudden warmth that emanated from her lower body—a harbinger of her impending cycle.


    Still slumbering, Marcus held Millie in an embrace, his arms sturdy and protective.


    As Millie contemted further repose, a persistent ringing disrupted the tranquility.


    Struggling against her drowsiness, Millie turned and reached for her phone—a call from D.S. Jewelry. A


    coboration she had embarked upon to contribute her artistic vision to their jewelry designs.


    Millie answered the call.


    “Miss Brown, regrettably, our coboration muste to an end.”


    Stunned, Millie’s thoughts swirled. She had anticipated discussions about the next season’s jewelry


    creations, given the admiration her work had gamered previously.


    The abrupt termination was a surprise.


    For her, crafting jewelry anew each season for D.S. had constituted a primary ie source.


    “Is it due to poor sales of my previous designs?”


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    “The decision has been made by our management. We apologize, Miss Brown. We hope you find a


    more fitting partnership. Farewell.”


    With politeness masking finality, the call concluded.


    Left in a daze, Millie was soon interrupted by another call.


    This time, it was a butler—a connection rooted in past artistic endeavors.


    Dissatisfaction found its voice, advising her to forego her ongoing design work.