“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

issue in the

out into the courtyard, Millie’s gaze landed on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange now tinged with hues

still harboring a cold

her plan to retrieve a

me? The oranges are too

closed the distance, a playful smirk dancing across

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

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

with a request

subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted Millie onto his shoulder,

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

completed, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed the role of her

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