“Look at me now. My appearance displeases, does it not? By resting next door, my unappealing countenance won’t vex your sight. The physician said it would take days to recover.”

In the face of Millie’s forlorn and inquiring eyes, Marcus underwent a sudden enlightenment.

She believed he harbored an aversion to her ruddy and pimpled complexion.

Tenderly, Marcus reassured her in a hushed voice, “Your appearance doesn’t trouble me. Let go of the quilt and get some rest.”

Astonishingly, it seemed that Millie’s assumption was misguided. Marcus was unaffected by her appearance. Passing her, he deposited a glass of milk on the nightstand.

“Consume some milk before sleeping. It aids in restfulness.”

warmth blossomed as she realized that she had misunderstood him. He hadn’t recoiled; rather, he had procured milk from

back into the wardrobe, closing the distance between herself

my appearance?” She pondered his habitually immaculate

event of an allergy happening to me, would you recoil and relegate me

of life, embracing both the triumphs and

“Honey, I love you.”

Angela’s Library

Millie’s crystal eyes, a radiant smile took

and

Amidst dreams,

tenderly lifting the hem of her clothing, revealing an unexpected sight. Pimples

of disgust but of compassion. He

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