“Why return sote?”


    “I was out shopping with Grace, and we ended up indulging in hot pot, hence the dy.”


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    She had optimistically assumed that Marcus would be working into thete hours, allowing her to slip


    in.


    However, Marcus sported an unwavering countenance, with disappointment evident in his eyes. The


    office grapevine had painted Millie and Bruce with the same brush of suspicion. She was even in the


    mood to venture out to revel in her own amusement.


    As her spouse, why hadn’t she exined the circumstances to him?


    In the depths of his destion, Marcus couldn’t help but question if her devotion to him was somehow


    lacking.


    When Millie illuminated the room, its entirety was bathed in the glow, as if chasing away shadows of


    doubt.


    “Darling, have you dined?”


    Millie detected the palpable tension and pondered if Marcus’ pique still lingered, fueled by the images


    that had linked her to Bruce.


    Marcus maintained a silence that spoke volumes.


    “Love, why the silence? Is it because of the pictures? Please know that it’s not what it seems. I was


    ensnared in a setup. Bruce and I were engaged in an innocuous chat; the snapshots were contrived


    with ill intent.”


    “Didn’t I told you to keep a distance from other men?” With an arched brow,


    Marcus interrogated with a cial edge.


    Millie offered her ount.


    “But isn’t he a member of our family? You two have always been on amicable terms.”


    At the mere mention of Bruce, Marcus’ visage darkened instantly. They would go on separate ways


    since then.


    “Moving forward, ensure you keep a respectable distance from him.” Marcus’ tone carried the weight of


    command.


    He surmised that Millie was susceptible to Bruce’s influence, a vulnerability he couldn’t afford to


    overlook.


    A slight pout adorned Millie’s lips. “He’s a part of your lineage. I believe such precautions are


    superfluous and, honestly, exhausting.”


    Without offering further discourse, Marcus pivoted on his heel, ascending the staircase.


    Befuddled, Millie remained stationary, her gaze trailing his ascent. Had her words inadvertently


    wounded him?


    Casting a nce at the dainty bag in her grasp, Millie retrieved the lighter and trailed after him.


    Within the confines of the bedroom, Marcus unbuttoned the upper two of his shirt’s buttons and leaned


    against the window’s frame.