NovelEnglishIgnoring Madison’s invective, Leon knelt, extending his hand to assist Fiona to her feet.
“My apologies for my tardiness. You’ve borne undue suffering.”
His gaze turned towards Madison, his expression a tapestry of suppressed anger.
“Remove yourself from this scene.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMadison winced under the intensity of his gaze, wounded by the cutting edge of his sharp eyes.
“Leon, I urge you to contemplate my intentions. Do not holdaccountable. What could possibly capture you in her?”
“Lam well aware of my desires, independent of your guidance.”
Uplifting Fiona with tenderness, Leon turned, leaving Madison in his wake. The onlookers, too, remained in their places, granting passage to the retreating figures. A lingering ache of melancholy gripped Madison as her grasp on her son’s life gradually slipped away.
Madison was about to leave when Millie walked past her, startling her. Her chest constricted when she remembered how she mocked Celeste before, claiming that Millie did not deserve Marcus because she did not cfrom a good household.
She had no idea that Leon, too, would fall for an ill-bred girl. For her, Fiona was an even worse option than Millie.
A mixture of irritation and embarrassment rose within her.
Millie knew what was going through Madison’s mind.
She ignored the older woman, though, and went straight to her room. She sat on the sofa and started recalling what had happened earlier. Fiona was actually not as frail as she appeared.
As she sat on the ground, Fiona’s eyes gleamed with ferocity. It was clear that she was making an effort to tolerate Madison’s criticism. Thankfully, Leon arrived in time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, Millie remembered the project she had just been given. She needed to take care of her grandmother, but she also had to earn money.
She was about to start designing when someone knocked on the door. She opened it, revealing a woman in a business suit.
“Hello, are you Miss Millie?”
Millie nodded. “Yes.”
“Mr. Thomas bought you a set of skincare products from our shop, and he askedto have them delivered to you. Can you please sign this?”
Millie studied the logo on the white bag with furrowed brows, thinking it must be Marcus who bought it.
She would be so naive again to assit was Leon who had so generously purchased it for her.
“Thank you,” Millie said politely.
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