“Cheers.” Marcus’ gaze lingered upon the bashful beauty nestled in his embrace.


    Millie lifted her visage and gently clinked her ss against his.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    “Feed me,” he requested yfully.


    Halting her motion to retract the ss, Marcus intervened.


    Millie’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she nodded, a delighted smile gracing her lips.


    Their synchronized movements elevated their arms, each offering the other a taste of wine from their


    respective sses.


    Subsequent to their shared gesture, Millie’s countenance took on a deeper shade of crimson,


    prompting her to hide her face within the shelter of his chest.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Resting against the chair’s support, Marcus savored his wine with deliberate slowness.


    “Honey, was I truly the first to stir love within you?” she queried, curiosity tinged with a hint of


    yfulness.


    She perceived his aptitude for flirtation with a knowing smile.


    “Before you, I hadn’t experienced love. I am rather selective, you see. Meeting you earlier would have


    been quite fortuitous,” he admitted with a hint of wistfulness.


    Pinching her cheek gently, Marcus yfully reassured, “Never doubt your husband’s capabilities. Some


    things are learned without formal instruction.”


    Millie let out a yful grunt of mock displeasure.


    “Meeting you earlier? Weren’t you the one who once wished to throttle me?”


    “I was misguided. But haven’t I made reparations?” he retorted with a warm smile. Lifting Millie’s chin


    with a tender touch, he imed her lips in a gentle kiss.


    “Why have you forsaken your hairpin?” he inquired with a trace of curiosity.


    Setting aside his ss, Marcus delicately threaded his fingers through her long, straight, ebony hair.


    “It’s quite valuable, and I fear losing it, so I’ve kept it safe in my jewelry box,” she exined, her voice


    tinged with a hint of caution.


    “Alright, I’ll wear itter,” she conceded, a hint of acquiescence in her tone.


    After their lips parted, Marcus released Millie and said, “Go put on your hairpin, and let’s go out for a


    walk.”


    Millie headed upstairs to fasten her hairpin and then joined Marcus in the car. She had assumed that


    when he said “go out for a walk,” they would stay nearby. However, as the car drove further and further


    from home, she realized his ns were more adventurous.


    “Where are we going?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.


    “How about hiking?” Marcus proposed.


    The idea appealed to Millie. Hiking would be invigorating, allowing them to breathe in the fresh air and


    clear their minds.