The rooftop remained in need of repair, a task that would be tackled before their anticipated journey back to Preagend.

Upon awakening, Marcus discovered Millie’s absence.

He had the breakfast she had thoughtfully kept warm before venturing into the yard.

There, he found the area tidied up, a testament to Millie’s efforts.

Yet a sudden twinge of pain surged through his arm. Despite this, his temperature had now subsided.

Gazing upon the vivid expanse of blue sky, Marcus contemplated the possibility of a leisurely stroll with Millie. His thoughts were abruptly disrupted as the door swung open, and he found himself enveloped in a back-embrace.

Instinctively recognizing the embrace as Millie’s, Marcus began to inquire about her behavior. However, her lips trembled, and she spoke with a hint of sulking in her voice.

“Honey, I’m done…”

of her tear-streaked face compelled Marcus’ concern to intensify. Grasping her hands, he tenderly stroked them in an attempt to soothe

trembling lip,

heart ached. Pushing her hands away gently, he turned around to face

before him was unfamiliar-a vulnerable side of Millie he had never witnessed. An overwhelming sense of

“Darling, please don’t cry.”

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were a palpable

she had encountered some form of physical assault during her absence, he sought to ascertain the cause of her distress, However, the sight that met his eyes was far from what he had

inhaled deeply and lifted her dress, revealing her ankle occupied by a sizable crab, The creature’s big pincers gripped her flesh firmly, exuding an

crab. Yet, the situation defied logic. What had

the pressure of her emotions, Millie

up her stall, I wandered over to grandma’s vegetable garden. Accidentally, I stepped on a crab. It wasn’t intentional, but before I could react, another one latched onto

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