“Honey, please forgive me. I truly won’t do it again. Are you feeling tired? Let me give you a massage,


    alright?” Millie pleaded in a soft voice, hoping to appease him.


    Marcus withdrew his hand from her buttocks, then encircled her waist with his arm, drawing her closer


    into his embrace.


    “No.”


    “Dearest, what is your desire?”


    Millie nestled against the strength of Marcus’s chest, her countenance veiled. If retribution was what he


    sought, then let it be, but why adorn his actions with such touches?


    Did he long to meld her into his form with his formidable might? He exploited his dominance to torment


    her.


    “I possess the liberty to act as I please.”


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    His words cascaded like a maic melody, a balm for the soul, yet beneath their surfacey an


    insistent resonance, impossible to ignore.


    Millie, with patience and persuasion, articted her rationale, a delicate attempt to sway him.


    “Though I’ve conceded my error, your stance mustn’t be so intransigent. My wrongdoing is


    acknowledged, and a pledge is made never to replicate it.”


    What was once a gleeful jest, in the throes of unmasking, now posed a quandary.


    “I harbor doubt in your assertion,” Marcus, a smile on his lips, whispered into Millie’s ear. His warm and


    evocative breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver skittering across her skin.


    Fortuitously, Marcus’s device stirred to life in this instant.


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    “What’s up?”


    His tone wore a semnce of displeasure. Just as he finally secured a stolen moment with Millie, a


    new intrusion emerged.


    While conversing over the phone, Marcus ckened his hold on Millie’s waist, opting instead to grasp


    her hand, guiding her towards the settee.


    Seated, Marcus maintained silence, the conversation on the phone unfolding before him. The voice on


    the opposite end belonged to the steward of the adjacent province’snds, updating him on affairs


    concerning a specific tract.


    As the phone call prolonged, Marcus knitted his brows, a fleeting nce cast in Millie’s direction. He


    motioned towards a vessel ced on the gleaming coffee table, prompting her to pour him water.


    Following his directive, Millie promptly acquiesced, decanting water into the vessel.


    As she extended the filled vessel, Marcus’s fingers kneaded his forehead.


    What could be the source of his evident disquiet?


    “Vignce is required to prevent any mishap.” Marcus concluded his conversation by draining a portion


    of the water.


    “Did an anomaly arise within the project?” Millie observed Marcus’s mien, the eddies of her concern


    were uncontainable.


    “A trifling hup, nothing warranting apprehension.”