His arm was injured. That was the only thought Millie could grasp.

“When were you injured? Have you not healed at all from the previous wound?”

Millie’s mind kept drifting to the injury on Marcus’ arm. He had insisted that it was nothing serious. Though she harbored doubts, she had chosen to trust him.

As Millie’s hands reached to unfasten his coat and examine the wound, Marcus seized her hand with an anxious look.

“Millie, I’m fine. Let’s go back first. I’m worried you’ll catch a cold,” he pleaded.

“No, I need to see your wound.” Millie’s voice quivered with fear and apprehension.

Marcus’ face fell. It was impossible to conceal his secret any longer.

could clear up the misunderstanding, then

to you. The wound on my arm has never healed, and

eyes widened, and she questioned him, “Since it’s not healed, why would you hide it from me? Don’t you consider me

was perfectly healthy. Now, she wondered if his recent fever during his trip

smoking alone on

Angela’s Library

filled

thought Marcus didn’t tell her the truth because he didn’t regard her as his wife and didn’t want

crossed Marcus’ face, his hand

like that; he

above all else, he knew he couldn’t

pulled Millie close, embracing her

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