As her lids drooped, Marcus’ palm continued its exploratory journey across her form, a touch both possessive and tender.

She expressed her disapproval with a gentle swat on his roaming hand.

“I concede my current vulnerability; my sole recourse remains in my hands. You don’t want me to go beyond that, do you?”

Millie acquiesced, acknowledging Marcus’ nature as a fervent pursuer.

Approximately thirty minutes later, Marcus succumbed to sleep. Gently extricating herself, Millie slipped from the bed and proceeded to the kitchen, commencing her culinary preparations, extracting ribs from the refrigerator, simmering water, arranging ingredients…

As the sun dipped below the horizon, an alluring aroma wafted from the kitchen, enveloping their home in a savory embrace.

Leaning against the countertop, Millie’s thoughts drifted back to their initial night as husband and wife. His aloof demeanor then had irked her, yet here she stood, orchestrating a nourishing meal.

yearning for Millie’s presence overcame

I’ve stirred from slumber. Pray tell, what delectable concoction simmers in

Beyond the Smith family’s gates, within a sleek

the vigilant security at the entrance, their composure wavering

touch firm yet commanding, landed his hand upon the security guard’s shoulder, dictating,

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might part ways from its socket, he yielded to his duty and resisted the

Harlan swiftly confiscated the access card from the guard’s waist, propelling him several paces

“Damn it! An intruder!”

even as the Smith family’s security team gathered, placing Harlan within the

his attire, trousers, and even leather boots were suffused with obsidian hues, and his raven-

your lady forthwith, or I shall not hesitate to shoot you all,” Harlan ordered, extracting a firearm from his

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