“He’s not home yet at this time? Millie, exercise greater caution; don’t becent.”


    Millie’s gaze fixed on the message from Grace, a moment of brief surprise registering in her


    expression.


    “Comcent ?”


    “Yes. Your husband is an attractive figure, a ma for attention from many women. You should be on


    your guard. I’d suggest setting some boundaries for him, perhaps even imposing a curfew. Men are


    often swayed by their desires, and vignce serves as the prudent course.”


    Grace’s earnest counsel hung in the air, eliciting a momentary silence from Millie.


    Never before had she questioned Marcus’te returns, attributing them to work-rted social


    obligations. Grace’s perspective was an angle Millie had never considered.


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    “Millie, are you still there? Don’t overthink it. I was just sharing a thought.”


    “Alright, we’ll catch upter. Take care.”


    Millie shook her head, deeming Grace’s concerns a tad excessive.


    Resolving to address the situation, Millie ced a call to Marcus, who promptly answered, offering


    assurance that he was engaged in a social engagement and would return after its conclusion.


    Post-call, Millie retreated to the dining area, a gentle tap against her chin signaling her introspection.


    She had erred in her calctions; her culinary enthusiasm had led to an excess of food that she


    couldn’t possibly consume alone, a prospect that weighed on her sense of wastefulness.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Meanwhile, within the confines of Han’s vi, Marcus ended his call, his pallor registering a hint of


    rxation.


    Seated by his side, Han teased, “Was it the maid ringing?


    Remarkable, even a maid seems to double as a painkiller, capable of alleviating your difort.”


    Contrary to his earlier ims, Marcus wasn’t partaking in a social gathering. Instead, a doctor


    dispatched from the ind had taken charge of tending to his wound.


    “This medication carries a potent punch; applying it will mimic a de’s piercing. Mr. Thomas, brace


    yourself,” the doctor uttered as he administered the medication.


    True to the doctor’s forewarning, the medication’s potency elicited a clenched-teeth response of agony


    from Marcus.


    Han lingered steadfastly, a guardian against the specter of Marcus fainting.


    Frustrated by his inability to persuade Marcus into returning to the ind, Han found himself


    compelled to transport the ind’s most skilled doctor to Preagend.


    “Is itpleted?” Marcus inquired as the doctor concluded bandaging, his fingers reaching for his


    attire.


    “Mr. Thomas, await a half-hour’s passage before you depart. We must monitor potential side effects.”


    With patience, Marcus settled into ce.


    “Mr. Thomas, given your reluctance to return to the ind, nightly dressing changes will be requisite.


    Doses of medication shall be tailored to the wound’s evolving condition,” the doctor elucidated.


    “Every night?” Marcus’ exasperation seeped through.