Only Bruce held that ability. She recalled Marcus urging her to keep her distance from Bruce.
Marcus extended his hand and gently brushed her hair.
“Don’t get too close to him. For now, there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
He wished to shield Millie from involvement, hoping for her well- being.
Though Marcus wouldn’t admit it, Millie was right in her assumption.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe bowed her head and resumed tending to his wound.
After stime, Harlan entered, the door swinging ajar. He halted as he noticed Mavis preparing to enter as well.
“You’re not allowed in.”
ninja.com
“Why can’t I enter? Wherever you go, I’m with you. You won’t ever get rid of me!”
Harlan reined in his frustration.
“When I say no, it’s a firm no.”
“Why are you stopping me? I was just inside. If there’s something I shouldn’t see, you can just silence me.” Mavis, her lips pressed together, argued her point.
Harlan was left speechless, feeling a mix of irritation and indignation.
Indeed, she had entered earlier and witnessed that Marcus was injured.
After persuading Harlan a few more times, he eventually relented, and Mavis followed him in.
When Millie and Mavis locked eyes, an awkward memory surfaced—their recent squabble. The memory was embarrassing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMavis rubbed her nose awkwardly.
“Miss Brown, I apologize. I misjudged you. I thought you were after my man, so I acted rudely. I hope you can forgive me.”
Millie turned her gaze away, feeling her own embarrassment. She’d mistakenly assumed Mavis was Marcus’ lover.
“It’s alright. Everything has been made clear now.”
“Who’s your man? I have no connection with you. Keep talking nonsense, and I might just kill you,” Harlan retorted impatiently.
Mavis lowered her head, muttering, “A dreadfully dull man.”
Dull? Harlan’s brows knitted together. He shot a furious glare at Mavis, as if he could throttle her right then.
Observing the tension between the two, Millie momentarily forgot her task of tending to the wound, taken aback by the charged atmosphere.