NovelEnglishBria advanced into the rain, intending to enforce Millie’s compliance. Swiftly, Millie’s hand swept through the air, a resounding slap landing on Bria’s cheek.
“step back!” Millie’s admonishment cleaved through the air as Bria reeled from the impact, her hand cradling her stinging countenance and her body succumbing to the rain-soaked ground.
She turned to Marcus for help. “Sir, I did what madam orderedto do. But Millie slapped me.”
Marcus’ voice cut through the rain, its frigidity rivaled only by the downpour itself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Millie, does your arrogance persist even now?”
“A mere slap is too lenient.” Millie’s hand ascended, capturing a handful of rainwater. The gesture was an attempt to cleanse herself. Bria’s countenance had left an indelible mark that triggered Millie’s disgust upon contact.
Once the cleansing ritual concluded, Millie’s gaze returned to Marcus, her tone measured and composed.
“Marcus, your allure attracts an abundance of admirers, rendering proximity to you perilous. Fortunately, I don’t … love….. you.”
Among them, Rhea and Nancy were both epitomes of malevolence.
Back at the Snow Mountain Villa, Millie had been pushed to the brink of death from cold.
Spending the whole night in the rain could well prove fatal.
Throughout her life, Millie had embodied an unrelenting dynamism, consistently propelling herself forward and vanquishing the malevolent adversaries that crossed her path.
However, if she were to endure a life characterized by such struggles in the days to come, the weariness it promised was simply too overwhelming to bear.
With a resolute about-face, Millie departed from the scene.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the rain, Marcus remained, his gaze steadfast upon the diminishing figure of Millie, watching her stride into obscurity.
Marcus remained fixed in his stance, an embodiment of stillness. His eyes, darkened by bitterness, bore witness to the turmoil within. Derek, his years of service rendering him an astute observer of Marcus’ demeanor, found his boss‘ countenance colder and more ruthless than he had ever witnessed.
“Mr. Thomas, the rain is pouring down heavily. Could something happen to Mrs. Thomas?” Derek ventured tentatively, his words tinged with concern. Something felt amiss.
Millie had always been a figure of radiant cheerfulness. How had she transformed into this disconcerting entity?
Indeed, an air of strangeness pervaded every facet of the unfolding events.
Marcus’ response carried a weighty chill. “You seem unusually concerned about her.” Derek’s trepidation escalated as Marcus! tone grew severer.
“Tm merely suggesting that circumstances might not be as straightforward as they appear.”
Marcus’ retort intensified, his voice a frigid rebuke. “Are you blind? She brought the soup herself.”
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