NovelEnglishChapter 128
Chapter: 128 This overwhelming surge of excitement flooded Millie’s being, threatening to burst forth from deep within her. “You can roll a six with your eyes closed. How did you make a mistake?” Delmor expressed his confusion.
After briefly glancing at Millie, Marcus chose not to explain. Instead, he reached for a glass of wine beside him, drinking it as a testament to his loss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Millie, you may rise now.”
Millie nodded, rubbing her calves. She struggled to stand, her legs trembling.
Seeking immediate respite, Millie gravitated toward the nearest sofa, sinking onto it, using a pillow to shield her trembling legs. Having squatted for thirty minutes, Millie had her back glistening with sweat, her fingertips trembling.
She bit her lower lip, stealing a glance at Marcus, who continued to drink with a calm countenance, unfazed by his loss.
It becevident to Millie that Marcus possessed a mastery of dice rolling. If his goal was to win, he would not experience defeat.
Marcus pulled a gold lighter from his suit pocket, sensing someone’s gaze upon him. He glanced sideways, his jawline illuminated by the flickering flame, causing Millie's heart to skip a beat. Through the dancing flames, Marcus locked eyes with Millie, a smile playing on his lips as he tried to decipher her expression.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMillie’s lips moved slightly, her usually strong demeanor shaken by this unexpected confrontation. She had never been bullied like this before.
Avoiding Marcus’ intense gaze, she lowered her head, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Fetcha blanket,” Marcus commanded, extinguishing the flof the lighter.
Emerging from a dark corner, a waiter promptly appeared, holding a white blanket, and presented it to Marcus.
With a subtle gesture of his chin, he directed the waiter to offer the blanket to Millie. “Here’s your blanket,” the waiter said, offering it to her.
Millie was taken aback, her eyes briefly meeting Marcus’. Feeling a pang of guilt, she accepted the blanket and draped it over her shoulders.
As the air conditioner hummed in the room, she couldn’t deny the slight chill in the air after the perspiration from the game. The sound of the lighter clicking echoed in Millie’s ears, each press sending a jolt through her heart.
She clutched the blanket tightly, feeling the weight of Marcus’ presence even though he had lost the last round. He still exuded an aura of regal confidence.
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