Millie rushed out, her entire body burning hot like wildfire. Her hand instinctively reached for her face. What was happening to her?

She pondered what could be amiss. She delicately rubbed her lips with her fingertips, remembering when her mouth had met that awkward part of his body. After a brief moment of contemplation, she delivered a light slap to the cheek to jolt herself back to reality.

Marcus emerged, leaning against her from behind.

“Time to ditch that shy habit of yours. Millie, we’ve been married for ages now.”

Millie spun around, catching sight of his sculpted washboard stomach, which instantly ignited her shyness. Yet, when she considered his earlier comment on her, the urge to place blame on him proved too strong to resist.

“Could you just get dressed? We are still in the honeymoon phase after all.”

from the bedside. “Enough of that. Get in here

“You still want to shower? Why on earth? I already warned you

voice echoed from

aware the wound can’t get wet. That’s precisely why I called

sound of running water reached her ears. Millie fell

little or no alternative, she stepped into the spacious tiled cubicle and grabbed the shower head to lessen the flow of water. She made sure to steer clear of the wound on his arm. Unwillingly, Millie assisted him in holding the shower head. A sly grin played on Marcus’s lips. He knew she couldn’t stay idle. Indeed,

herself drenched, although his wound had remained dry under her meticulous care. Her eyes shot daggers at him, with a

took a shower,” she remarked. Drying himself with slow, deliberate strokes, Marcus wrapped the oversized bath towel around his

the crap. Clean up the mess. I’m all about keeping things

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