Louis’ fingers briefly massaged his temples in a contemtive gesture. “Thank you.


    The practice of midday slumber is ingrained in me. Without this restful interlude, a drowsy haze might


    cloud my speech. The venue is now your domain.”


    Louis’ departure left Millie and Marcus in a corridor bathed in silence, his face inscrutable.


    Millie’s heart was an uncertain drum. Was his anger a storm born of Louis’ words?


    Feeling a pull of obligation to rify the situation, Millie approached Marcus with a question in her eyes.


    “Where have you been assigned to stay? I find myself without a room. Has the president orchestrated


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    Marcus’ response was silence, a turned back, and retreating footsteps.


    Millie’s brow furrowed as she pursued him, confusion dancing in her mind. What had soured his mood?


    Had he not aided her with Fiona just that morning? Was that not a testament to his concern for her?


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    Yet now, his demeanor was as if she bore a debt of immeasurable weight to him.


    Along the way, Millie sought an opening, trying to lighten his mood. “The pork was delectable. Didn’t


    you wish to savor it?”


    Their journey ended with Marcus opening a door and Millie following, only to be met by his stern figure


    blocking her way.


    “Aren’t you supposed to check the hall for the foreigner? Why do you intrude here?”


    Foreigner? He was referring to Louis.


    Indeed, her intentions had been to explore the venue, with no thought of rest.


    However, the shadow cast upon Marcus’ face drew her concern,pelling her to prioritize soothing


    his disquietude.


    Yet his storm of emotions refused to be quelled, and it seemed to intensify into a raging tempest as she


    trailed after him along their path.


    Puzzled, Millie wrapped her arms around him.


    Marcus red at Millie, anger in his eyes, as her slender arms encircled his waist.


    Millie raised her head, her eyes blinking, filled with a silent plea for understanding.


    “Honey, what has made you so angry? I’m at a loss,” Millie asked, her voice tinged with confusion.


    She wondered if his anger stemmed from the incident with the pork or Louis’ jesting remark. Yet, his


    reluctance to speak with her as soon as she entered the room left her grasping at straws.


    His gaze unyielding, Millie realized mere words wouldn’t bridge the gap. Rising on her tiptoes, she


    brushed her soft lips against his, asking, “Honey, are you still upset?”


    When her gentle lips met his, he was taken aback. The sugary taste from her lips remained on his.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.