In a determined tone, he interjected, “Let me have a look.”


    His hand inched out again, and this time, Millie withheld her evasion, her breath suspended.


    As Marcus peeled away the mask, his gaze deepened in response.


    Before himy Millie’s countenance, adorned with an array of crimson pimples. The mask, it seemed,


    had concealed her unsightly face.


    “What’s the matter? You didn’t bear these this afternoon.” Puzzled, Marcus inquired, a hint of a furrow


    forming on his brow.


    Millie reclothed herself in the mask; her reflection in the mirror was unbearable, prompting her to bow


    her head.


    “I was fine earlier, but then an allergic reaction surfaced. Please don’t gaze at me.”


    Resolutely, Marcus pulled out his phone, offering, “I’ll dial the doctor.”


    A firm refusal met his offer, with Millie asserting, “No need. I already swung by the hospital and got


    some medication.”


    “Why the allergy? What might have triggered it?” Marcus stowed his phone away.


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    Perplexed, Millie surmised, “Possibly, I inhaled something provoking my sensitivities.”


    Indeed, the phenomenon puzzled her—an allergy manifesting even in moments of stillness and


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    As Marcus’ absence from the living room became apparent to Millie, her conjectures soared. Could he


    not bear the sight of her face? Did his affections reserve room only for beauty?


    Resolutely, Millie ascended the staircase to her bedroom.


    Yet, as Marcus reached the upper floor, the sight of Millie clutching a quilt en route to another room met


    his gaze.


    Upon spotting Marcus, she addressed him.


    “I’ve decided to bunk in the adjacent room for a few days. You, on the other hand, should turn in early.”


    At the door, Marcus came to a halt, his gaze a perplexed barrier before her.


    “Why the choice to relocate rooms?” Marcus inquired, curiosity coloring his tone.


    Her intentions remained obscure to him.


    Perplexed by his query, Millie cast a baffled look his way. Was the reason not evident?


    Did his furrowed brows and ireden tone not broadcast his disdain for her current visage?


    With a firmer grasp on the quilt, she revealed her intentions.