NovelEnglishAfter Marcus finished his tenth grape, Millie sensed it was the right time.
Rising, she cleansed her hands before asking, “Shall we watch TV? I can turn it on for you.”
She harbored concerns that he might struggle to sleep, having eaten just before.
Marcus, in his anger, seemed akin to a defiant child; his cool, handsfeatures belied an underlying ability to cause exasperation.
Why wouldn’t he communicate with her?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith an impassive face, Marcus made it clear he had no interest in watching TV.
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Turning down the bed, Millie suggested, “Then let’s get ssleep.”
Approaching the bed’s head, she began preparing it for rest. He shifted his tall fraside, lifting the blanket and gesturing to the space beside him.
Caught off guard, Millie hesitated. Was he actually inviting her to join him?
Noticing her inaction, Marcus’s impatience grew, evident in his deepening frown.
Millie found his unreasonable attitude somewhat irritating. Yet, she prioritized his well-being and spoke gently, “Honey, you’ve just undergone surgery. Sharing a bed might risk your stitches if I accidentally touch your wound.”
Pointing to the adjacent bed, she added, “I’ll sleep right here, next to you.”
Despite laying down the quilt, he grasped her hand, determinedly wanting her beside him.
Yielding after a moment, Millie cautiously joined him in bed.
As she settled, Marcus’s voice whispered close.
“Could you turn off the light? It’s too bright.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Sure.”
Rising once more, Millie switched off the light, relieved he was finally engaging with her. Dealing with a fiery temperament was never simple.
In the newfound darkness, she assumed he had drifted off and started to exit the bed.
“What are you doing?” his voice cut through sharply.
Feeling awkward, Millie replied, “Just an itchy back. I needed to scratch it.”
Resuming her position, she murmured tenderly, “Rest now, honey. Sleep aids healing.”
She lay still, cautious not to disturb his wound.
In contrast, Marcus, seemingly careless, let his uninjured hand wander beneath the quilt.
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