Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 916

“I apologize. Allow me to help you clean your clothes.”

The girl eventually opted not to reveal the truth. She turned towards Millie, offering an apology.

Millie’s irate eyes shifted between the girl and Rosie.

“No, thank you. I’ll wash up.”

Before departing, Millie intentionally brushed against Rosie, spilling coffee on her.

“Ahi”

“Millie, stop!”

Millie maintained her pace, responding without glancing back.

“Ms. Astley, you’re a grown adult well into your thirties, yet your behavior is remarkably juvenile. Treating others as though they’re fools only exposes your own foolishness.”

Millie’s comment about her age triggered Rosie’s anger.

Though, in reality, Millie was considerably younger than Rosie. It was an inescapable truth that Rosie couldn’t refute.

Millie possessed a strikingly attractive countenance, an attribute that aroused both envy and jealousy in Rosie.

Millie sought refuge in the restroom to address the coffee stains on her attire. The dampness clung to her skin, generating a distinct sense of discomfort. Regrettably, her circumstances left her no alternative; without a change of clothing available, she bore the inconvenience with resolve.

Upon Millie’s return from the restroom, she found her seat occupied. Bruce sat there casually, toying with a pen from her desk, twirling it between his fingers with an air of nonchalance.

The other women in the office discreetly cast occasional glances at Bruce.

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His visage was undeniably striking, defined by a sharply chiseled profile.

“Why are you here?” Millie inquired.

Bruce stretched his legs languidly and responded, “I dropped by to see Marcus. I heard you were working here. How come?”

“Let’s step out for a conversation.” Millie surveyed her surroundings and led the way outside, with Bruce following.

In the hallway, about to initiate their talk, Bruce noticed the dampness in Millie’s attire.

“Your clothes are wet, making it uncomfortable. There’s a clothing store downstairs. Let me take you to get a new outfit.”

Millie shook her head, countering, “No need; it’ll dry soon. So, what brings you here?”

Bruce’s demeanor had changed, with a shade more somber and subdued. Millie had picked up on it since their last encounter at the barbecue. Bruce accepted her refusal without pressing further.