shuhaige
Chapter 188
Chapter 188
Chapter: 188
“That aligns perfectly with our speculation,” they whispered, the scandal of the night lighting up their conversation. “Charli mentioned she shone her flashlight on the intruder, only to discover an individual of ghastly countenance, a creature bathed in vulgarity. Clearly, not an individual of good standing.”
“Indeed? Is Charli unscathed? Poor Charli; she’s unattractive, but still attracted the man’s attention. How desperate he must've been!”
“Yes, thankfully, Charli remains unhurt. She mentioned that the moment the monstrous man realized she was awake, he swiftly exited through the window, presumably to invade another room.”
“Dear heavens! Whose room might he have trespassed next? It’s ghastly. How could such individuals exist?”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
“| fear this odious man might have successfully violated another room and possibly the woman within. You fail to comprehend that the victim would naturally remain silent. Female pride is a peculiar thing; after suffering such an affront, they wouldn’t disclose it. Moreover, revealing such a disgrace would certainly harm their prospects for future relationships.”
“Your reasoning holds water. How fortunate we are to have escaped such a violation.” The two girls continued their hushed conversation, whispering their speculations as they trod forward.
Achill crept up Millie’s hand, still clutching her fork. Could the repulsive man from the previous night have sought refuge in her bed?
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sharp sound of choking.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Millie had unwittingly allowed a piece of bread to lodge itself in her throat. Desperate for air, she hastily grabbed her milk, drinking fervently.
Millie succumbed to another bout of coughing. “Mr. Thomas, are you alright?” Derek’s voice echoed with concern.
After a series of chest thumps, Millie’s breathing returned to normal. She gazed at the crowd's bewildered expressions, dumbfounded.
Marcus’ eyes bore into hers, deep and enigmatic as the night sky, rendering Millie speechless.
“Does the bread possess an excessive dryness? | could fetch you some porridge.”
Millie shook her head, for even the world’s most delectable dish wouldn't appeal to her now.
The man’s face, marred by pustules, mirrored the ugliness of his actions. Even in broad daylight, Millie felt as though she were swarmed by invisible insects crawling all over her. The revulsion was unbearable.
Millie rested her forehead in her hand. What transgressions had she committed in her past life to warrant such an insult in her slumber?
The experience was akin to a lingering nightmare.
Her anger swelled with every passing thought. Overcome by rage, Millie slammed her fist on the table, the sound resonating through the room as the cutlery leapt in response.
“Scoundrel, scoundrel! | swear to find you and make you pay,” she growled through gritted teeth.
Anger flared in her chest, and her usually pallid face now flushed a deep shade of crimson. The executives sitting next to her recoiled, their eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.