“I’m sorry, I misjudged you.”
In her pink swimsuit, adorned with two delicate straps and a bowknot around her neck, she nuzzled into
his neck, letting out a remorseful sigh.
“Well, you did wrong me. A simple apology won’t suffice,” Marcus chided yfully.
Millie sensed the bowknot on her neck being gently undone.
Millie faced severe consequences for her actions that harmed Marcus.
In the evening, she perched herself on the wooden house’s steps and dialed her grandmother’s
number. A wave of relief washed over her as she heard that the old woman was safe and sound.
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After ending the call, Millie rose to her feet and returned to her room. She fetched the medicine box and
insisted on tending to Marcus’s wound.
With a resigned sigh, Marcus removed his coat, revealing the jarring wound that caused a pang in
Millie’s heart.
“It must hurt terribly,” she sympathized.
Marcus shook his head, offering a tender smile.
“Not in the slightest.
With you here, every day feels like a sweet blessing.”
“You often call me a fool, but you, my dear, are the true silly one.
I’m not a remedy. How can I ease the pain?”
Millie attended to his wound, her eyes brimming with moisture. She now understood why he had
always tried to shield her from the sight of his injury. It was genuinely unsettling to behold.
Marcus raised a hand and gently wiped her tears away.
“Why are you shedding tears? It’s not causing any pain.”
As Marcus wiped away her tears, Millie found it increasingly challenging to suppress her emotions.
“I can’t help it,” she admitted.
Crying wasn’t something she typically did. She considered herself strong and unyielding.
She acknowledged herck of consideration. Marcus was clearly in distress, yet she still couldn’t trust
him and required his reassurance.
Guilt gnawed at her like a needle, piercing her heart.
“Ouch…”
Marcus’s handsome countenance contorted.