shuhaige
Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Chapter: 13
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes inwardly. She ran her fingers through her hair before opening the bottle of hand cream. As she rubbed the cream in her hands, she pretended that his words did not affect her.
Marcus was still watching her.
“That nasty scar on your face won’t go away no matter how well you treat your hands, stupid woman.”
Millie’s fury, which had been ebbing, returned.
“So what if | like taking care of my hands? It makes me happy. What’s wrong with that?”
“That’s merely a temporary fix. It doesn’t eliminate the issue entirely, which is your face.”
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Marcus was taken aback by her response.
Millie bit her lower lip. She absolutely could not Jet a man she barely knew hurt her in any way.
After saying that, Millie went to the bed, pulled up the comforter, and lay down.
Marcus's hands clenched into fists. The woman was not only shameless and vicious, but she also had a sharp tongue.
Millie was worried about getting hand cream on the bedding, so she did not tuck them under the comforter and let them dry in the air. Her hands looked much paler and gentler under the bright light.
Something flickered in Marcus’s eyes. He had never seen such pale and dainty hands. By the time Marcus emerged from the shower, robed and with wet hair, Millie was already fast asleep.
Only then did he realize that she was on his bed, leaving him with nowhere to sleep. He could not possibly share a bed with the hideous-looking woman.
Despite his frustration, he made his way over to Millie, and he was surprised to see how peaceful and sweet she looked as she slept. It was such a calming sight.
The parts of her face not hidden by the mask were flawless. Her long eyelashes resembled the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and her forehead was smooth and gleaming.
Marcus was about to pick up the sleeping Millie, but he stopped when he also realized how fragile she looked.
His mind rushed back to what happened in the living room when Millie was about to take her mask off. Did her face under that mask truly match the ugliness of her malicious heart? Every part of her that she chose to display was beautiful.
Unable to stop his curiosity, Marcus’s hand slowly reached for Millie’s mask.
For some reason, the closer his hand got, the more wildly it trembled. When exactly he had become so indecisive, he had no idea.
His hand was on Millie’s mask now, poised to remove it in one swift motion. ©