Once dinner was over, Millie began to clear the table and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. To


    her surprise, Marcus followed her.


    Millie was puzzled.


    “Let’s go wash them together,” Marcus told her.


    Although Millie had thought that men generally disliked washing dishes, she was pleased when he


    offered to assist her with the chores.


    She handed him a pair of gloves, saying, “Put these on.”


    In the confined space of the kitchen, as they washed dishes together, Millie’s eyes wandered to


    Marcus. Dressed in his crisp white shirt and ck trousers, he was tidying up the kitchen. She found


    herself smiling and picked up her pace.


    After cleaning up, Millie prepared a fruit sd, nning to enjoy it with Marcus as they watched TV


    later.


    Marcus was on a phone call on the balcony when Millie brought out the fruit sd and set it on the tea


    table.


    Taking a seat on the sofa, Marcus turned on the TV with a content smile on his face.


    He hadn’t seen Millie so joyful in a long while and wished she could feel this way every day.


    As they settled into an engaging series, Millie began to savor the fruit. Due to her demanding work


    schedule, she hadn’t had the leisure to watch TVtely. But since her design business was temporarily


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    She loved the tranquility of the night.


    While Millie was engrossed in the TV show, Marcus found himself watching her instead.


    Suddenly, the actors on the screen shared a passionate kiss.


    Millie nearly choked on an apple slice.


    She shot a look at Marcus, but his face was impassive as he stared at the TV.


    Embarrassed, Millie reached for the remote control to change the channel, but as soon as she stood


    up, she lost her footing. Stumbling, she ended up being pulled toward Marcus’ thigh, where she sat


    down, flustered.


    The strength of Marcus’ legs made Millie feel a sudden nervousness as she braced herself against his


    chest, her body pressed against him.


    “I think I should go to bed,” she stammered.


    Marcus, however, was unwilling to let the moment pass. His eyes remained fixed on her beautiful face


    as he swallowed hard.


    “It’s still quite early,” he protested.


    “I’m really sleepy. I think I might yawn,” Millie replied, trying to divert the tension.