NovelEnglish“Miss Brown, we commend your bravery in providing information. Our departure is imminent. May your recovery be swift,” they offered before leaving.
After the police left, Marcus entered the room, a lunch box in his grasp.
Despite Millie’s diminished appetite, she recognized the necessity of nourishment.
At the sight of the lunch box, Millie’s grip tightened around his hand, a pang of guilt enveloping her. The roles had shifted from patient to caregiver; Marcus now attended to her needs.
“Honey, I apologize for causing you worry. Is your fever gone?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer intention to assess his condition was met with his swift interception, his grasp restraining her touch.
“I’m fine. Focus on eating something; it’s essential for your recovery.”
With the container opened, Marcus ladled a bowl of porridge for her.
Throughout his quest to locate her, the agony of his injury seemed nonexistent, let alone a fever.
Millie took measured bites before settling into his embrace, the rhythm of his steady heartbeat providing solace.
Assisting her back onto the bed, Marcus nestled beside her, enfolding her in his arms.
“Honey, let’s remain together, eternally.” Her words resonated with earnest affection.
Amidst danger’s grip, clarity emerged — only two figures occupied her thoughts. Her elderly grandmother and Marcus, intertwined with her deepest desires. The prospect of parting from them was inconceivable.
Their unwavering support served as her cornerstone. Fueled by their love, she drew strength from their presence, kindling the determination to persist without succumbing to despair.
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Surrendering to her circumstances and embracing her fate would extinguish the possibility of resting in his embrace at this moment.
Marcus elevated his hand, bathed in the ambient light. Veins traversed the back of his hand, their hues appearing darker than ordinary.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA furrowed brow conveyed his concern-had the poison infiltrated his bloodstream?
Lowering his hand, Marcus bestowed a tender kiss upon her forehead.
“Alright, just rest. I’ll remain by your side throughout,” he assured with a gentle, soothing tone.
Outside Nancy’s residence, a dark vehicle pulled to a halt. Ejected from within, she crumpled to the ground as the car sped away.
Nancy steadied her feeble form, only to crumble once more. Her delicate hand instinctively sought to alleviate the discomfort at her right waist, only to retract abruptly due to the searing pain. An agonized cry escaped her lips, a testament to her torment.
In a staggered gait, she exerted every ounce of effort to reach a nearby street tree.
Permeated by disbelief and agony, her voice trembled.
“How could this have happened? Why did this fate befall me?”
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