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.”

Get

on earth? I already warned you about keeping your wound dry. Can

mocking voice echoed from

That’s precisely why I

sound of running water reached her

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

her meticulous care. Her eyes shot daggers at him, with a look

deliberate strokes, Marcus wrapped the oversized bath towel around his trim, bronze

mess. I’m all about keeping things clean and

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