NovelEnglishResting her head upon Marcus’ shoulder, she discovered an anchorage as substantial as a mountain, his aura a source of unwavering support.
Her eyelids found solace in closure as she inhaled his comforting essence, eventually succumbing to slumber upon his sturdy perch.
In the twilight hours, Millie stirred, awakening to an unoccupied chamber. Donning attire, she disembarked from the bed.
Below, a cacophony of activity persisted, though her attention remained undrawn, attributing the commotion to the arrival of one of Marcus’ comrades.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVenturing onto the balcony, she gazed into the distant expanse, a tableau of unexpectedness interjecting the scene as an unannounced guest infiltrated the chamber.
“Millie, word of your poisoning reached my ears. How remiss of you to acquaint yourself with the venomous blossoms of the tripterygium wilfordii. Exercise caution in the days ahead, lest a reckoning befall you.”
Rhea intoned, her smile harboring a sinister undercurrent.
Indeed, Rhea had returned. Her resurgence served only one purpose: to imbue Millie’s ordeal with the cruel currency of mockery.
The catalyst for her reappearance was the retrieval of a misplaced necklace.
Millie’s countenance, not yet fully restored to its former vitality, abruptly assumed a frigid pallor. Astonishment coursed through her veins-Rhea had dared to reappear!
Swiveling on her heel, despite her compromised state of well-being, Millie’s gaze gleamed with an incisive acuity.
“The effrontery of a malefactor knows no bounds. Cease this charade. It was your hand that introduced the venomous pollen into my drink. Yet, alas for you, your endeavors have yielded nothing. I stand unscathed.” Millie’s voice dripped with disdain as she hurled her verdict.
With no witnesses to her discourse, Rhea pivoted with haughty audacity. “And so what if it were me? Do you presme to be that imbecilic? The dosage of pollen was scrupulously measured. Had it Led to your demise, I would have inevitably found myself incarcerated. This, my dear, is but a trifling reckoning you’ve earned,” Rhea proclaimed, her arrogance steeped in a nauseating sense of self- satisfaction. Millie’s pallor only fueled her vindictive elation.
A trifling punishment indeed. In solitude, it could have inflicted excruciating torment upon Millie, perhaps even yielding her ultimate demise.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithin Rhea’s psyche, malevolence churned. Her visage still veiled in a frosty veneer, Millie embarked on a deliberate progression towards Rhea.
Rhea’s lips curled into a sneer. “What’s this? A proclivity for violence? Letenlighten you: Marcus is conveniently stationed downstairs. Lay a finger on me, and I shall promptly seek solace in his arms.”
Unforeseen, Millie’s hand brushed against an adjacent vessel, precipitating a clamor that inevitably seized the attention of the gentleman beneath. Hastened strides punctuated his ascent up the staircase.
Out of the blue, Millie cradled her abdomen, a change in her demeanor divergent from her customary comportment, fingers contorted around her midriff.
“It pains… Assist me,” she entreated, her voice tremulous.
Today, she intended to subject Rhea to a taste of her own malevolence, ensnaring her inescapably within her ploys. Rhea was well-versed in the art of sordid stratagems, leveraging manipulation and falsification to orchestrate her designs.
“Millie, what art thou about?” Rhea faltered, her step recoiling. “Rhea, what nefarious schhave you contrived once more? By what authorization did you ascend to this domain?”
Abruptly, Rhea found herself curtailed by Marcus, his grip unyielding on her shoulder, and he promptly expelled her. Rhea collided with the wall, her frshuddering and her bones nearly fracturing from the impact.
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