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“What transpired between you and Millie?”
Celeste squirmed under the scrutiny.
“She revealed the details to you? She truly excels at concocting tales.”
Marcus’ gaze lowered. Millie hadn’t divulged a single word.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“She remained silent. She’s my wife. Spare her any future trouble. If you need anything, just contact me.”
Celeste’s lips tightened. Observing Marcus’ concern for Millie, she couldn’t help but deem her cunning.
“Fine, she didn’t speak, yet she incited suspicion and admonishment from you.
That’s her cunning at play. Marcus, do you recall your initial disgust when she married you? Why have you fallen for her now?”
Marcus’ brow furrowed. If he could turn back time, he would expunge the disgust he initially harbored toward Millie.
Yet events had unfolded irreversibly. His only recourse was to cherish her moving forward.
“Past misconceptions clouded my perception of her. After spending ttogether, my understanding has evolved. I won’t let her go.”
Celeste’s temper cooled, and she regarded her son with astonishment.
Simultaneously, her worry swelled—a nagging concern that the fortune teller’s words might indeed cto fruition.
The more fervently Marcus fell for Millie, the more ominous the disaster he might encounter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You aren’t seeing her clearly. Your judgment is clouded by obsession,” she remarked.
Marcus’ face darkened at that.
Deciding to change the subject, Celeste inquired, “Do you plan on staying outside indefinitely?”
Marcus’ response was indifferent.
“I’ve also spent taway from hbefore, and you’ve never inquired.”
Celeste’s words were choked in her chest, her gaze assessing Marcus from head to toe. He appeared normal and healthy. What did her concern about him cfrom?
“I have an appointment now. I’m heading in,” Marcus declared.
A nod of acknowledgment from Marcus, and he strode past Celeste, entering the building.
Turning around, Celeste watched her son’s retreating figure, her expression burdened with despondency. Cold detachment characterized Marcus’ demeanor—he was impervious to her, his own mother.