Chapter 327

Marcus's face betrayed a flicker of skepticism, a suspicion rooted deeply in his sharp instincts; something was off. Marilyn agreed too early.

At that moment, he started having this feeling that Marilyn would not eat the food; however, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Go ahead, eat from the food.”

Marcus said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Marilyn, trying to maintain her composure, donned confidence written all over her face.

She thought perhaps Marcus would relent once she agreed and ask her not to eat from the food again, that it was all a test, but he stood firm in his decision, his eyes never leaving her.

Her heart pounded as she took a step toward the table, each movement deliberate and slow. Marcus watched intently, a faint smile playing on his lips, anticipating the revelation of whatever Marilyn had concealed, whether she was going to eat or not.

Just as Marilyn was about to reach for the food.

Ivy touched Marcus's shoulder. He turned to face her, and I