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Chapter 198
Chapter 198
Chapter: 198
Momentarily perplexed, she swiftly pushed away his hand that obscured her vision, growing angrier as she shouted, her emotions pouring out.
“You jerk. You’re an asshole!” “Continue insulting me, and | just might kiss you.”
Millie’s tender, pink lips continued to move, casting curses with her agile tongue and white teeth. Marcus felt as though he were under a curse himself; he found her mouth irresistibly tempting.
Even in the midst of her scolding, he still found himself listening to her.
Millie paused for a moment. Did she hear him correctly? Did he just mention wanting to kiss her? Had he lost his mind?
No, he probably despised her to the utmost degree.
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“Mmm...”
Marcus fulfilled his promise, leaning down to press his lips against Millie’s, careful to avoid the wound on the back of her head as he held her. He gently nibbled on her soft lips.
Millie stood there, utterly stunned. He had truly meant what he said. Sensing the suction on her tender lips, she blushed in embarrassment, then fiercely hammered Marcus’ chest and broke free.
She hastily wiped her lips, as if trying to scrape off a layer of skin. Her delicate, white fingertips trembled with anger. How could he dare to kiss her?
“You... lowlife! Who gave you permission to kiss me!?”
Marcus touched his lips, his eyes gleaming like torches, seemingly relishing the moment. He quickened his pace and caught up with her, while Millie’s heart thudded with anxiety. She immediately started running.
“Watch out!”
All of a sudden, someone leaped down from the dense trees beside them and caught Millie, startling her.
The individual who descended from the tree swiftly captured Millie, pressing a sharp knife against her neck. Her neck turned cold, and her pupils constricted.
What was happening?
“What... What are you doing?” Millie stammered.
The gangster issued a fierce threat. “Don’t move. If you even move a muscle, I'll end your life.”
Millie slightly tuned her head and caught sight of the gangster’s face. It was one of the assailants who had invaded her room last night—the very person Marcus claimed had escaped.