“If you hadn’t shown up today, I was planning to tell you after I got back from the supermarket. Look, I’m telling you everything now, aren’t I?” Millie’s words carried a mixture of both assurance and a hint of vulnerability.

Millie’s pleading gaze met Marcus’, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that instant, Marcus’ heart clenched, his anger dissipating, replaced by a pang of remorse.

She was already frightened, and he had exacerbated it. He realized his behavior had been callous and unkind.

“This won’t happen again. If you ever encounter danger, you must inform me first.”

“Alright.”

She had managed to assuage his anger. Millie’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

to address this issue in the future. Trust is

on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange now tinged with

harboring

plan to retrieve a ladder for picking

oranges are too

the distance, a

you like me to help? Should I hoist you onto my shoulders or carry you

memory of their wedding photoshoot. She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had insisted

when presented with a request from her, occasionally even embracing the chance to display a touch

sincere, devoid of pretense, With a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted Millie onto his shoulder,

left the ground abruptly and were lifted to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges that

mere ten minutes later, her task was completed, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed

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