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Millie’s compliance was unswerving; she submitted herself to his enfoldment, bearing witness to his occasional excesses of ardor.

Subsequently, Marcus produced his cellular device, dialing Derek’s number, and his request was delineated with precision. “Convey unto us two portions of Light repast.”

Foreseeing that Millie’s appetite might have waned in the wake of her recent indisposition, Marcus chose a nourishing selection.

“Is the discomfort still with you?” In the aftermath of the call, Marcus’ touch gravitated towards her abdomen, his gesture invested with a tenderness that belied his typically steely demeanor.

“No, the pain has subsided.” Millie’s assurance carried solace to Marcus’ heart. The current moment radiated warmth, breathing new vitality into his existence.

In those harrowing days on the island, he bore witness to a ceaseless parade of death, each night a procession of souls departing. The ordeal had left him akin to a living specter. Upon emerging from that crucible, he seized the reins of the Thomas Group, an unyielding vessel helmed by his cold resolve. The organization evolved under his unwavering leadership into the entity it stands as today.

believed he would seek a wife solely to navigate the complexities of familial obligations, a pragmatic arrangement to appease the elders. The

upon her unending wealth and ascendancy, yet the currency of love eluded his grasp, as it always would. His companionship would forever remain distant, a wistful phantom forever

his infatuation for Millie. Despite his perennial aloofness, her presence rendered him malleable, his austere exterior giving way

there were those instances when she referred to him as “honey,” a sobriquet that kindled the deepest embers of his passion. Within those syllables, he discovered a melody that resonated in harmony with his

palpable enchantment infused the air. Over time, Marcus maneuvered the tendrils of Millie’s hair aside, revealing the expanse of her

distance, his lips tracing an itinerary across

averted, yet her shimmering eyes beheld him with a potent

and his voice a husky caress. His comely countenance radiated an irresistible

of his enchantment, Millie’s lips parted, the word “Honey” leaving them with a deliberate,

tow, and Millie dined while