Web Fic
Chapter 60
Chapter 60
Chapter: 60
Millie saw the frown on Marcus's face and immediately knew he did not believe her.
Since he obviously thought she was lying, she stopped trying to explain and got back to work.
Twenty minutes later, Millie was still working on the dress when Marcus emerged from the bathroom and went to bed. Marcus woke up in the middle of the night to find the room dark, with only the lamp on the desk serving as a light.
He blinked in surprise and wondered if the woman had been awake all this time.
He stared at Millie with an unreadable expression on his face. The warm light highlighted her features, particularly the bridge of her nose. She looked like a painting as she worked under the golden glow of the lamp.
He turned over in bed but found himself unable to go back to sleep.
When Marcus concluded that it was the lamp that was keeping him awake, he knocked on the table. “Turn off the light and go to sleep.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
Millie’s head shot up with a start. Why did the man wake up? Earlier, when she saw him sleeping, she turned off the bedroom lights and switched on a small desk lamp to avoid disturbing him.
Millie examined the damage to the dress that still needed fixing.
She was nearly done, but she did not feel like going to bed yet. It was not in her nature to leave a task in progress before retiring for the night.
“Go back to sleep. I'll just finish this.” “How will | go back to sleep when there’s still a light in the room?”
Marcus looked at the clock on the wall and groaned. How on earth was Millie not tired of working after so many hours? It was already late.
Millie on her part, was annoyed by Marcus’ antics. She had reduced the light so much already. Why was he still complaining? Suppressing her anger, she took out a black eye mask from the drawer and held it out to him.
“Wear this. It'll block out the light and help you sleep,” she said and reduced the lights again, making it even more difficult for her to see what she was doing.
Just then, a sharp needle accidentally went though the fabric and pricked her fingertip.
“Ouch!” she yelped and withdrew her hand, a drop of blood standing on the fingertip.
Marcus tumed back sharply when he heard her cry of pain. Then, when he saw the blood on Millie’s rosy fingertip, he strangely felt like he had been hurt too.
Millie tore a piece of tissue and wiped away the blood. Without a care in the world, she bent down and continued mending her dress, yawning occasionally.
Marcus discreetly clenched his fists under the blanket. Why the hell was this woman so stubborn? Just to annoy him? She refused to sleep at such a late hour just to mend a stupid dress.
Suddenly, Marcus pulled open a drawer, took out a card and threw it onto the desk.