NovelEnglishNancy had delivered the design draft to Marcus’ house the previous night, receiving approval from the Fairclough family. They awaited her final draft, but now, with her hand injured by the chair, she could no longer work on it.
Marcus’ gaze settled on Millie. Expecting her to be at home, he had been surprised to find her in the bar, gripping the chair with fierce determination.
“What’s going on?” he questioned Millie.
Millie noticed there was no condemnation in his eyes. Did he trust her?
“I overheard you say you didn’t mean to hit her. Who were you aiming at?” he probed, sensing that Millie wouldn’t brandish a chair without provocation.
Someone must have threatened her.
His words warmed Millie’s heart.
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“Someone tried to makedrink, so I picked up the chair to defend myself.”
Marcus’ eyes narrowed, his expression sharpening.
“They tried to make you drink?”
Nancy’s mind reeled. Marcus seemed unconcerned with her injury, despite her role as the Thomas Group’s chief designer.
His attention was consumed by Millie.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Mr. Thomas, my hand is in pain. Please, taketo the hospital.”
Nancy attempted to shift the focus.
Marcus’ voice was icy as he addressed Derek.
“Take her to the hospital.”
Nancy’s dissatisfaction was palpable.
She couldn’t fathom how, at this pivotal tfor the company, her injured hand could be treated so lightly.
“Mr. Thomas, what if my hand never heals? Mr. Fairclough is very fond of the starry sky series. He wantsto complete it posthaste,” she protested.
But Marcus barely glanced at her hand, his impatience evident.
“Go get it checked. The Thomas Group won’t fall apart without this particular order.”
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Nancy’s shock gave way to a strained smile after a long pause.
“Very well.”
In Derek’s car, Nancy’s teeth ground together in frustration. Whenever Millie was present, Marcus’ attention was hers alone.
Millie’s fortune in having Marcus’ unwavering faith seemed incomprehensible.
Despite being struck by Millie, he sided with her.
Upon returning to Cloud Villa, Marcus stood before the French window, glancing at his cell phone. Harlan had sent a message, informing him of his stay in Preagend and his intention to meet when time allowed.
Millie approached, a smile lighting her face.
“My love, thank you for believing in me. I won’t disappoint you.”
Marcus looked at her, a touch surprised. This was the first tMillie had spoken such words to him.
Their shared experiences had naturally led him to trust her over others.
Millie’s eyes sparkled as she reiterated, “I won’t let you down.”
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