“If you hadn’t shown up today, I was nning to tell you after I got back from the supermarket. Look,


    I’m telling you everything now, aren’t I?” Millie’s words carried a mixture of both assurance and a hint of


    vulnerability.


    Millie’s pleading gaze met Marcus’, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that instant, Marcus’ heart


    clenched, his anger dissipating, reced by a pang of remorse.


    She was already frightened, and he had exacerbated it. He realized his behavior had been callous and


    unkind.


    “This won’t happen again. If you ever encounter danger, you must inform me first.”


    “Alright.”


    She had managed to assuage his anger. Millie’s tense shoulders rxed slightly.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    However, she resolved to address this issue in the future. Trust is paramount in a marriage.


    Stepping out into the courtyard, Millie’s gazended on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened


    fruit-each orange now tinged with hues of vibrant red,


    Observing Marcus emerge, still harboring a cold and distant expression,


    Millie shelved her n to retrieve adder for picking the oranges.


    “Honey, could you help me? The oranges are too high for me to reach


    With a brisk stride, Marcus closed the distance, a yful smirk dancing across his lips.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    “How would you like me to help? Should I hoist you onto my shoulders or carry you on my back?”


    Marcus’ment triggered an immediate shback for Millie-a memory of their wedding photoshoot.


    She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had insisted on perching on his shoulders


    instead.


    Millie’s intuition proved correct. When Marcus was upset, he seemed to soften when presented with a


    request from her, asionally even embracing the chance to disy a touch of pride.


    His actions were sincere, devoid of pretense, With a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted


    Millie onto his shoulder, showcasing his underlying strength.


    Millie’s feet left the ground abruptly and were lifted to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges that


    had been out of her reach moments ago.


    A mere ten minutester, her task waspleted, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed the


    role of her human stedder.


    “Alright, you can put me down now.”


    As her feet touched the ground once more, Millie experienced a moment of imbnce, her hand


    instinctively reaching for Marcus’ arm. A subtle frown graced his features, a sign of his anguish.


    However, their private interaction was interrupted by a familiar knock at the gate.


    Millie hastened to wee the visitor, revealing Joan on the other side. An inviting smile yed across


    Millie’s Lips.


    “Joan, your timing is impable. I just finished picking some oranges. Take these with you.”


    Efficiently, Millie gathered the fruits into a bag, extending her offering to Joan. Gratitudepelled her


    to ept, even though Millie’s kindness was hard to refuse.