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    Emerging from the kitchen, Millie noticed Marcus standing by the bed, his demeanor tinged with


    frostiness.


    “You’ve got a knife tucked under your pillow. Is someone causing you trouble?”


    A glint of steel sharpened in Marcus’ gaze. He recalled the unease that had gued him the previous


    night, an inscrutable intuition whispering of looming danger hovering menacingly over Millie’s horizon.


    “Fortunately, I managed to evade him on the journey back here,” Millie disclosed.


    “Yet,st night, he found his way into my home. Yet, I remained vignt and exploited his unfamiliarity


    with theyout in the darkness. I struck first, inflicting injury. He fled,”


    With Marcus’ arrival, Millieid bare the peril she had encountered.


    Listening with a mixture of astonishment and apprehension, Marcus gleaned the details of the danger


    that had shadowed Millie’s return, Her journey had been marred by threats at every juncture.


    A hint of weariness lingered in Millie’s eyes, a testament to a restless night.


    Once more, Marcus’ gaze settled upon the cold de. Since the assant’s scheme had failed, it was


    likely they would return.


    “Don’t dwell on it any longer. With you here, I fear nothing,” Millie reassured.


    However, she perceived Marcus’ countenance growing increasingly grim. In an instant, his demeanor


    shifted to one of fury.


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    “Millie Brown, I’m your husband, not a figure summoned to attend to your lifeless body. When you


    encounter such peril, why did you not inform me immediately?”


    Upon observing Millie’s seemingly nonchnt demeanor, Marcus’ indignation mounted.


    Millie began to speak, hesitated, then closed her lips in contemtion.


    mes of anger red within Marcus’ eyes, creasing his forehead with furrows.


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    His anger was real and palpable. Millie’s strong independence had always been a point of contention


    for him, especially in times of peril when she failed to inform him promptly.


    Millie’s gaze dropped to his clenched fist, veins pulsing beneath his skin. After a hesitant moment, she


    mustered the courage to approach him, gently prying the knife from his grip and cing it on the table.


    Then she encircled him in her arms, attempting to soften his mood with her affection.


    “Honey, don’t be angry. I didn’t mean to withhold it from you intentionally. Last night, I thought of calling


    you, but we were apart, and I didn’t want you to worry about me.”


    “Why didn’t you tell me even during the day?”


    Marcus’ stance remained rigid. It was often said that women were Like water-gentle and prone to


    seeking sce in their husbands during times of distress. Yet with Millie, it was as if she were forged


    from steel, carrying her burdens alone.


    His greatest fear was that her independence was an indication of her indifference toward him.


    Millie found herself momentarily tongue-tied by Marcus’ words. She had to admit that she had grown


    ustomed to facing challenges alone. Many times, she yearned to confide in someone, but the words


    invariably stuck in her throat.


    However, this wasn’t the moment to divulge that. She looked up at him.