Chapter 419
Chapter: 419 He gazed at the scene in the hotel's square, his brow furrowing in concern.
Outside, Millie was gleefully playing in the snow with others. She molded a snowball so large and cold that it made her hands tremble, yet she held onto it, reluctant to let it go.
Awave of exasperation washed over Marcus as he watched Millie. She showed no urgency about her design and had even fallen asleep while working on it the previous night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, Nancy had completed her design, and yet here was Millie, seemingly careless, continuing to play outside.
“This woman!” he muttered to himself. Marcus’ face darkened as he leaned against the window frame, his thoughts filled with frustration.
After engaging in snow play with the tourists for an extended period, Millie returned to her room. She removed her damp towel, shaking off the clinging snow.
Finding Marcus on the sofa, his gaze fixed on her, Millie looked up in surprise. “Don’t you have anything to do today?” she queried. Ignoring her question, Marcus retorted, “Have you finished your design? You've been outside playing all day.”
Millie hung her towel on the hanger, nonchalantly replying, “I've completed my design work. | didn’t have anything else to do, and | didn’t want to be stuck in my room all day. When | saw them playing in the snow, | decided to join.”
What?
Marcus’ surprise was evident. He had assumed Millie was wasting time, but her casual statement that her design was done made him reconsider. Had she truly completed her work so effortlessly?
It appeared that the task hadn’t been a difficult one for her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCould she have really finished the design?
She had completed it so quickly. Was it even possible for the design to be good?
When Millie turned to face Marcus, she noted a skeptical expression on his face. It was clear to her that he doubted her capabilities.
He couldn't possibly believe she had completed the design that quickly.
Before long, the tfor the works to be displayed arrived.
With only twenty minutes left before the scheduled exhibition in the hotel’s meeting room, the atmosphere grew tense. Nancy was poised and ready. At the appointed time, she planned to reveal her work with great flourish.
But then something unexpected threw Millie’s plans into disarray.
Just twenty minutes earlier, she had received a call from the carrier, informing her that the car transporting her works had suffered a flat tire at the mountain's base.