NovelEnglishHer gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the golden treasures held within.
No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.
“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb
In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous moment.
Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.
“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.
A soft snort of amusement escaped Marcus’ lips before his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury all the more vivid against its pallid backdrop.
“Do you possess any anti-inflammatory salves at your disposal? It is imperative you tend to your wound.”
Millie nodded affirmatively. She rose from her seat and made her way to her chamber, returning with an ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised herself upon a chair, intent on attending to her injury with the utmost care.
Marcus settled into a seat beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor. Taking the ointment from her hand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her leg onto his lap, a gesture both tender and intimate.
“Allowto assist you,” Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount of the white ointment onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’s roughness was barely discernible as he applied it with tenderness.
“Honey, when we age, will you care forin my moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection for him, yearning for eternal happiness.
“If I age, my skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, a thread of insecurity weaving through her words.
“Silly, what thoughts occupy your mind? My heart is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless of the passage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus reassured her, his patience unwavering.
“Do you love me?”
Millie’s question hung in the air, and her brow creased in contemplation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You believe I don’t hold affection for you?”
Marcus’ perplexity manifested in his furrowed brows. He would even surrender to her every whim. However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he struggled to decipher.
A shadow of guilt passed over Marcus as he met her gaze-those eyes that flickered with vulnerability. Her words struck a chord within him.
“Remember when you forbadefrom eating and refused to taketo Grandma’s birthday party? You calleda wicked woman, even threatening my life.”
Millie recounted, her voice tinged with sadness. Memories of their turbulent past resurfaced, revealing a history of discord and animosity. Yet she, too, had once harbored resentment.
Marcus realized the weight of her recollections and the gravity of her words. He felt a twinge of remorse and regret, acknowledging his own transgressions.
He extended a heartfelt apology.
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