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…”

tear-streaked face compelled Marcus’ concern to intensify. Grasping her hands, he tenderly

don’t cry. I’m right here beside you.” Biting down on her trembling lip,

tears, Marcus’ heart ached. Pushing her hands away gently,

he had never witnessed. An overwhelming sense of helplessness

“Darling, please don’t cry.”

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tears were a palpable ache

form of physical assault during her absence, he sought to ascertain the cause of her distress, However,

a sizable crab, The creature’s big pincers gripped her flesh firmly, exuding an air of defiance as if it harbored a deep-seated grudge

crab. Yet, the situation defied logic. What had unfolded to

of her emotions, Millie teetered on

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