NovelEnglishBack within their abode, Millie beseeched Marcus to seek repose. She then deftly secured her hair, stowed away their acquisitions, and selected a crystalline vase to house the lilies, adorning them with water.
A trace of a smile adorned Millie’s lips as she inhaled their fragrant offering.
Turning, her gaze encountered Marcus standing aloft the balustrade, his regard serene as he watched her with an air of quiet fascination.
With a beckoning finger, Marcus summoned her, beckoning Millie upward.
Initially intending to adjourn to the kitchen for ssoup preparation after arranging the blooms, Millie now diverted her course, ascending as summoned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“What calls for my presence? Did I not urge you to rest?”
Observing him with a ruddy countenance, she might have believed his recovery was complete were it not for his lingering warmth.
Marcus assessed Millie thoroughly; her hair gathered with a casual grace, a few tendrils gracing her neck, imparting an added allure.
Even in illness, restlessness seemed to be his constant companion.
With a gentle grasp, Marcus guided Millie into their chamber.
“Dearest, Lie besideand share repose.”
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Millie lifted the covers invitingly, a silent encouragement for him to recline.
“First, rest, my love. I must tend to soup.”
Nonetheless, Marcus acted with unwavering determination, scooping Millie into his embrace, discarding her slippers, and commencing the laborious task of unfastening his attire.
“Is broth essential now? Nothing outweighs the privilege of sharing this conjugal bed.”
“You convalesce; my aim is to nourish you.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe rose gracefully, her fingers instinctively smoothing her hair, poised on the cusp of stepping out of the bed’s embrace.
With a tender yet determined gesture, Marcus drew her back, his hands finding purchase at her waist as his expression elongated into a subtle pout.
“Addressas weak? Unwise choice.”
Discerning his thoughts, Millie hastily reassured him, “Such was not my implication.”
Reclining at her side, Marcus enfolded her within his arms, his touch a caress against her tender cheek.
“Banish that word from your Lips; it wounds a man’s pride.”
“Agreed, the term shall not grace my speech again. Rest, my love.”
Relenting, Millie surrendered, cocooning herself within the covers and deciding to defer her culinary endeavors until Marcus’ slumber.
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