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Millie rushed out, her entire body burning hot like wildfire. Her hand instinctively reached for her face. What was happening to her?

She pondered what could be amiss. She delicately rubbed her lips with her fingertips, remembering when her mouth had met that awkward part of his body. After a brief moment of contemplation, she delivered a light slap to the cheek to jolt herself back to reality.

Marcus emerged, leaning against her from behind.

“Time to ditch that shy habit of yours. Millie, we’ve been married for ages now.”

Millie spun around, catching sight of his sculpted washboard stomach, which instantly ignited her shyness. Yet, when she considered his earlier comment on her, the urge to place blame on him proved too strong to resist.

“Could you just get dressed? We are still in the honeymoon phase after all.”

the bedside. “Enough of that. Get in here and hold the shower head. I need to take

feet impatiently. “You still want to shower? Why on earth? I already warned

voice echoed

the wound can’t get wet. That’s precisely why I

of running water

she’d be fuming with him. Concerned about his wound getting wet, she hurried into the bathroom and saw his clothes lay discarded on the marble floor tiles and he had already started showering. Millie seethed with anger. He was truly digging his own grave by ignoring her advice. With little or no alternative, she stepped into the spacious tiled cubicle and grabbed the shower head to lessen the flow of water. She made sure to steer clear of the wound on his arm. Unwillingly, Millie assisted him in holding the shower head. A sly grin played on Marcus’s lips. He knew she couldn’t stay idle.

his wound had remained dry under her meticulous care. Her eyes shot daggers at him, with

took a shower,” she remarked. Drying himself with slow, deliberate strokes, Marcus wrapped the oversized bath towel around his trim, bronze waist casually and strolled

crap. Clean up the mess. I’m all about keeping things