“We have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll leave after it concludes.”

Millie was taken aback. Despite his high fever, he insisted on conducting a meeting.

After Millie concluded her tidying, Marcus caught her wrist with his ivory fingers, imploring, “I have a throbbing headache. Could you give me a head massage?”

He recalled that Millie had massaged his head before. Her touch was soothing, easing his discomfort.

“Of course.” Millie agreed.

Marcus gently pulled her into his embrace.

“Could you sit on me while you massage?”

arms. Her lithe fingers threaded through his abundant hair, one index finger applying

his discomfort. He even found himself thinking that enduring the fever

dear, savoring the delicate scent of her

It occurred to him that he wouldn’t mind her massaging him

so slightly, Marcus inadvertently

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ministrations, her cheeks tinged with a delicate flush. She pressed her lips together, striving to combat

“Feeling better?”

ablaze. He couldn’t resist burying his head into the curve of Millie’s neck, his

the moment, all I yearn for is to

her, prompting her to shoulder a portion of his weight. Millie swallowed, a heat creeping onto her cheeks. What had he said? Her mind raced, but before she could decipher it all, Marcus’ hand began to

all, in the office, and

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