“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.”

He hadn’t recoiled; rather,

the distance between herself and Marcus,

by my appearance?” She pondered his habitually immaculate attire, believing her present countenance might discomfort

to me, would you recoil and relegate me to the guest room?” Marcus locked eyes with her, seeking

wouldn’t. True love entailed sharing every facet of life, embracing both the triumphs

“Honey, I love you.”

Angela’s Library

Millie’s crystal eyes, a

prompted, “Go and have

bed. Amidst dreams, she found herself enveloped in a

her clothing, revealing an

furrowed brow wasn’t born of disgust but of compassion. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to

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