Chapter 5 Honey, Am I Right

"Millie is a black-hearted woman, Marcus. Be careful around her from now on. She has successfully tricked you into marrying her, so who knows what else she can do."

Millie's skin crawled at the sound of the woman's coy voice.

She waited for a response from Marcus but did not hear one. The woman, on the other hand, kept talking.

"Marcus, look. Do you think this purple bag will look good on me?"

A bag? Millie raised a brow and pursed her lips. Did Rhea want Marcus to buy her a bag?

With a quiet hum, she set the glass of water down on the glass table next to her. She then knocked on the door and entered the room.

Inside, Marcus was seated at his desk, reading a document. Beside him was Rhea, who was holding a fashion magazine in her hands.

When Rhea looked up and saw Millie, her demeanour immediately changed.

"Who let you in, you ugly thing? Get out of here now."

Marcus raised his head as well, his piercing eyes scrutinizing Millie.

The woman really had a lot of guts. After she deceived him into marrying her, she entered his study without permission.

Marcus's voice was firm as he commanded, "Get out."

He could not muster any politeness toward such a vicious woman.

Millie looked around as if she did not hear him, then continued to approach him.

"I'm sorry. I was feeling a bit thirsty and was looking for some water to drink. I thought this was the kitchen."

"Do you have no eyes? This is Marcus's private study. What part of this room looks like a kitchen to you?" Rhea asked in a sardonic tone.

Millie skilfully squeezed herself between the two, and the moment she did, Marcus caught a whiff of an enticing aroma.

In all fairness, despite her ghastly appearance, the woman smelled good. Her scent was more pleasant than that of Rhea's expensive perfume.

"Stop pushing me, you freak!" Rhea snapped.

Millie crossed her arms over her chest and looked Rhea up and down, examining her outfit.

"You're still a bit too naive. If you want to seduce men, you should wear shorter skirts. Do you understand?"

As she spoke, Millie pointed at Rhea's legs near her crotch.

"Also, you should wear some black stockings and a top that gives you a little extra bust cleavage. Men are creatures who only think with their lower bodies. If you dress like that, every man in the world will go crazy for you. Am I right, honey?"

Millie managed to look remarkably innocent by blinking her large eyes.

Her words stunned Marcus into silence.

Was this woman trying to start something? Did she think he was one of those men who thought with their lower bodies?

Rhea's face flushed. She pointed a trembling finger at Millie and stomped her foot angrily.

"Don't make things up! Marcus, she's gone too far."

Millie then snatched the magazine out of Rhea's hand and started flipping through it.

"Honey, are you planning to buy a bag for Miss Evans? What a coincidence! I like this brand as well. This pink crocodile leather bag looks lovely. Honey, you're rich, right? Why don't you get me a bag too?"

She then threw the magazine onto the table and started walking to the door. However, she turned around again, smiled cheekily at the bewildered pair.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Let me clarify. The bag that I want costs three hundred thousand dollars. Miss Evans wants the purple one, which costs one hundred fifty thousand dollars. Don't get confused when you're buying. It wouldn't look good if I showed up to an event with Miss Evans and brought a bag of equal quality to hers. I'm Mrs. Thomas, after all, not her. It would also damage your reputation."

Without waiting for the two to recover from the shock, Millie walked out of the room.

Despite her lack of interest in Marcus, she knew that as long as she was a member of the Thomas family, she would need to assert herself as his wife and demonstrate her dominance.

If she did not, she would be a prime target for harassment and abuse.

Inside the study, Rhea felt her chest tighten with rage.

Just now, Millie tried to establish dominance over her.

What Rhea found even more unsettling was the fact that Marcus was staring intently in the direction Millie had gone, his brows wrinkled in deep thought. There was no expression on his face, so it was impossible to know what was going through his mind.

Rhea clenched her hands into fists, but she softened her tone as she said, "Marcus, that woman's upbringing is appalling. She just got married to you, but she already wants you to spend money on her. She's a gold digger!"

Upon hearing the words "gold digger", Marcus could not help but wonder if Rhea was talking about herself.

"It's late. You should go home now."

Marcus glanced at her before returning his attention to the document in his hands.

Rhea's face turned pale. The look Marcus had sent her way was so cold and uncaring. She looked out the window before asking timidly, "Can you drive me home? It's too dark outside, and I'm scared."

Marcus did not even bother to look up as he replied, "I have some business matters to take care of. I'll ask Ethan to drive you home."

Dissatisfaction rose within Rhea, but she stifled the need to express it in Marcus's presence.

Marcus had been treating her nicely in an effort to make up for what happened five years ago, but it was obvious that he only saw her as his friend at best.

However, Rhea was not the type to give up easily. Only she was worthy of being the mistress of the Thomas household.

"Okay. I'll take my leave now, then. Don't stay up too late."