NovelEnglishWith that, Fiona hurried to the bathroom to change.
Leon clenched his hand inside his pocket when a sharp ache shot through him. She claimed to have bought something, but she was empty-handed when she returned.
It was at this tthat his assistant walked into the room.
“Here are the papers you asked for, sir.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPutting the papers on the table, he whispered, “I’ve actually been here for a while now. When I arrived earlier, I realized that neither you nor Fiona were present. I asked the nurse, and she said that Fiona hurriedly left the hospital after you did.”
The assistant was just outside when Fiona was spouting lies, so he heard everything.
Leon quickly picked up on what his assistant was implying. He brought a hand to massage his eyelids, asking, “I take it you find her suspicious as well?”
The assistant raised a brow upon hearing the words “as well.” Did anyone else think Fiona was suspicious?
“I think her all-too-convenient appearance is suspicious, sir. We’ve been looking for her for years, then suddenly, she tums up on her own.”
Silence ensued for a few minutes. The assistant was about to leave when Leon spoke up again.
“Go and find out where she went earlier.”
As evening settled in, Millie stood before the mirror, noticing her face felt stiff as she moved her facial muscles.
Ever since her grandmother becseriously ill, Millie seemed to lose the ability to laugh genuinely. Anxiety replaced her sense of ease. She knew she couldn’t go on like this.
Millie knew she couldn’t go on living like this. She had to find the inner strength to face life bravely, with hope and confidence. She needed to believe in herself as someone capable of overcoming any obstacle.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPatting her face, she put on a bright smile that accentuated her beauty.
Quickly, Millie dialed Marcus’ number, who picked up at once.
Relief washed over her when he answered without delay.
“Will you be back for dinner tonight?” she asked, her eyes drifting to the grocery bags on the table.
“Of course, I will. Honey, what would you like to cook for dinner?” Marcus responded.
Honey?
“Did I agree to whip up a delicious meal tonight? I was merely asking if you’d be joining me. If not, I’ll just prepare something for myself,” Millie told him.
A puzzling thought crossed her mind: How had Marcus seemed to know what she was thinking? Could he somehow read her thoughts over the phone?
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