Favo Novel
Chapter 197
Chapter 197
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Marcus retracted his hand from Millie, his gaze icy and penetrating.
“How did you end up with this injury?”
In response, Millie took a step back, wrapping her arms around herself defensively.
“Save me your pretense and stop bothering me. This wound is none of your concern. Just stay away from me.” “Did Rhea hit you?”
Marcus ' lips tightened, a force within him ready to burst forth. Derek was right.
Why would someone kick another person without reason?
Millie hesitated for a second, her gaze meeting Marcus’ cold and chilling stare. Her bright eyes flickered momentarily. How did he find out?
“Either way, | don’t need this fake kindness of yours,” Millie said, turning her head away and keeping her distance. Even if she knew, what difference would it make?
Did she expect him to seek revenge on her behalf? That was an impossible expectation.
“Just speak to me properly.” Marcus took a swift step forward, drawing Millie close to his warm chest once more. He lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her youthful face.
From a young age, he grew up privileged and good-looking, making him an idolized figure that women adored.
Millie reluctantly tilted her head back, meeting Marcus’ intense gaze. In his eyes, she seemed tiny like a speck. The closeness made her uncomfortable, and his breath brushed against her face.
Feeling the strange and overwhelming atmosphere, she immediately felt disgusted.
She craned her neck, trying to create more space.
“Let go of me, you monster! Look at what you did to my neck, you awful jerk! Get away from me!”
Marcus’ sharp gaze slowly moved to Millie’s slender neck, which should have been graceful like a swan’s, but now bore deep purple marks from his impulsive actions.
His eyes widened in surprise. He now realized that he was responsible for this.
“You're the Devil!”
“shut it,” Marcus replied, distressed veins appearing on his forehead. In this moment, he realized his behavior had been tyrannical.
Each time Millie called him a jerk or told him to stay away, he could discern the pain in her teary eyes.
Unable to bear the sight of her anguish, he instinctively covered her eyes with his hand, as if shielding her from light by enveloping her in darkness.