“Stop dwelling on her, Even if she isn’t conventionally attractive, she wouldn’t hold any interest in you.


    Word has it that she graduated from Preagend’s finest university, while you, a pampered youth who


    didn’t even finish high school, why would she spare you a thought?”


    Delia’s assessment of Millie ran deep. A diligent and well-mannered student since childhood, Millie


    carried an impression of grace and dedication. Beneath her gentle exteriory a strong-willed individual


    with steadfast principles.


    Resolving to block out his mother’s words, Rnd contemted the irony that his own mother not only


    failed to encourage him to pursue an exceptional wife but also looked down on him. He couldn’t help


    but wonder if she was truly his mother.


    Once indoors, Rnd settled down to watch TV. Before long, Laurel concluded her shower and


    emerged.


    “Watch ou


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Rnd sprang to his feet abruptly, capturing an eight-legged insect that had been crawling on Laurel.


    The creature resembled a centipede, with its elongated body triggering difort.


    “This insect is venomous. Its bite would provoke a rash across your body, inducing insufferable


    itchiness,” Rnd cautioned.


    Laurel, after catching a clear glimpse of the long ck critter, shivered, a shudder coursing through her.


    Fortuitously, Rnd’s timely attention prevented cmity. A bite from this worm-like creature would


    have wreaked havoc on Laurel’s delicateplexion and tender flesh, leading to unfathomable


    consequences.


    “Dispose of it alread: Why are you holding it?” Laurel grumbled.


    Guiding the insect outside, Rnd attempted to squash it underfoot. Laurel adjusted her hair and


    squinted her eyes, trailing him outside.


    “Wait, don’t kill it. Get a bottle and trap it inside,” she instructed.


    “Trap it in a bottle?” Rnd echoed, perplexed.


    “Just follow my lead. Quickly, put it in a bottle,” Laurel insisted.


    With a purposeful stride, she returned indoors, changed attire, and emerged once more. Seizing the


    bottle with the trapped insect from Rnd’s grasp, she secured a bag for its containment.


    “Where are you headed?” Rnd inquired, observing Laurel’s departure.


    “It’s none of your concern. I’ll be back shortly,” came Laurel’s retort. Rnd stroked his chin


    thoughtfully, puzzled by Laurel’s behavior. It was evident that she had an aversion to insects, so why


    was she purposefully taking one outside?


    Bag in hand, Laurel knocked on Millie’s door.


    Nursing a wound of humiliation, Laurel hatched a n to retaliate – cing the insect in Millie’s bed.


    The prospect of depositing the insect in Millie’s bed, and the potential consequences that might unfold


    during her slumber, sent shivers down


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    Laurel’s spine, eliciting goosebumps.


    Simultaneously, Millie was upied in the kitchen, tending to a pot of boiling water. The interruption of


    a knock on her door led her to respond by opening it.


    The instant the door swung open, Laurel entered without hesitation.


    “Millie, I’vee to inquire after your well-being. Doesn’t living alone evoke fear?