“If your pte craves such a meal, perhaps avish restaurant would better suit your desires. My


    culinary talents are not at your disposal,” she quipped, her toneced with a trace of irritation.


    Marcus’ gaze trailed over the curves of her figure before his lips curled into a knowing smile.


    “Should you withhold sustenance from me? I’ll consume you as an alternative dish tonight.”


    Consume me? The notion reverberated within her, a puzzlement etched upon her features. How could


    he possibly mean such a thing?


    The audacity of his words bore into her consciousness. The initial confusion gave way to


    comprehension, and her face instantly flooded with a rosy hue. A single word, carrying the weight of


    her sentiments, slipped through her lips.


    “Bastard!”


    Within the culinary confines, the kitchen stood diminutive. Marcus’ towering presence magnified the


    spatial constraints, causing the walls to inch closer, almost in trepidation.


    Amid this culinary setting, Marcus appeared incongruous. His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s


    embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering on the brink of exile.


    From the kitchen window, Marcus gazed down upon the luminous tapestry of family lights. The


    fragrance of fine cooking infused the air, rendering this ce a sanctuary for shared delights and


    conducive to twosome pleasures.


    Witnessing Millie’s earnest culinary endeavors for the both of them, the day assumed a hue of


    wonderment.


    “Take heed. Avoid the mes’ fervor,” cautioned the attentive observer.


    She had ced only one piece of steak in the pan, a morsel clearly not intended for him.


    With Millie’s culinary finale, a delicate tableau emerged. A porcin te hosted a medium-well steak


    alongside half-cooked eggs, broli, and cherry tomatoes—a culinary masterpiece poised to tantalize.


    A knock stirred Millie, but Marcus had already unveiled the mystery, standing at the door alongside


    Derek.


    “Mr. Thomas, your desires are here,” Derek announced, leaving Millie astounded.


    After securing the bags, Marcus shut the door.


    From within a bag emerged a bottle of red wine. “Shall we partake in this red nectar?” he proposed to


    Millie.


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    Millie remained silent, overwhelmed by astonishment. He had orchestrated every detail.


    Having retrieved two delectable steaks and graced the table with their presence, Millie found herself


    observed by Marcus, who, with the grace of a gentleman, drew out the adjacent chair and assisted her


    descent. Millie assumed her seat with a touch of unease.


    Momentster, Marcus kindled tall candles, casting an elegant ambiance as he dimmed the lights.


    Millie, as she seated herself, was momentarily taken aback by the transformation. His intentions


    perplexed her.


    With the lights extinguished, Marcus assumed his seat.


    “Enjoy.”