Novel Titanic
Chapter 1381
Millie turned away and seated herself on the bed with her back facing him. Marcus observed her. Her long, sleek black hair cascaded down her back, giving her an air of decorum and nobleness. Viewed from behind, her figure was breathtakingly beautiful.
Brimming with sexual desire, Marcus pulled her close with a mischievous smile as he snaked his arms around her torso. His warm breath gently caressed her graceful neck.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Marcus defended himself.
“Taking notes is a serious matter, and I can’t do it one-handed.”
Millie responded with a disdainful snort.
“Stop it. You did it on purpose. And as the president of the Thomas Group, can’t you just remember a few words without a written note?”
Millie pondered whether such a short list of instructions truly warranted note-taking.
However, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse Marcus, especially since she was occupying his bed. If she didn’t oblige, it might tarnish her image.
Marcus’s slender fingers gently traced her spine and threaded through her lustrous hair as he coaxed her in a soft, soothing voice.
“Honey, forget it, please. We overslept, and we’ll have to face the consequences. You freshen up first, then check if there’s any food left at the canteen. See if you can fetch us something to eat.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Millie suddenly realized that it was nearing noon and she hadn’t had breakfast. Her anger had dampened her appetite, but Marcus…
She turned to look at him, a hint of regret flickering in her eyes as she feigned annoyance.
“You deserve to be starved to death. Why are you intent on irritating me every single day?”
Despite her angry words, Millie decided to head to the canteen as instructed.
In a hurry, she reached the canteen, only to discover that there was indeed very little food left. A meager assortment of bread and a few bottles of milk were the only things she could get. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
Millie’s brows furrowed with disappointment.
She approached the counter and inquired, “Could you please give me some bread and two bottles of milk? How much is it?”
Returning to the room after a while, Millie set up a makeshift table on the bed and arranged the bread on a plate, which she then placed on the table.
She urged, “Come on, hurry! It’s almost noon. I’ll get you Lunch later.”
Millie carefully inserted a straw into one of the milk bottles, preparing it for Marcus as she called out to him.