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“Honey, the weight upon you is palpable. But your well-being takes precedence.” She voiced her concern. Millie reclined against his chest.

“Shall I arrange for Trenton to accompany you to the countryside, where you could spend time with your grandmother? The days ahead promise to be laden with my commitments,” he proposed with earnest consideration.

Millie found herself taken aback, the proposition arriving with unanticipated swiftness.

“Return to the countryside?” she echoed, her surprise evident in her tone.

Affirming with a nod, Marcus concurred, “Indeed, it would be wise for you to revisit the countryside and share moments with your grandmother.” He assured with a promise.

“After I conclude my tasks, I’ll come retrieve you.”

Anxiety coursed through Marcus, his apprehension rooted in the fear that his emotions might surge beyond his control, inadvertently causing harm to Millie. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Millie gently shook her head in dissent, her words resolute.

“I’m afraid I cannot comply. The impending wedding draws near, and my presence here is requisite.”

A gnawing sense of unease whispered to Millie’s intuition.

“Have no fear. I am not an infant to be a disturbance. Moreover, my design pursuits shall occupy me. There is no need for your constant presence,” Millie asserted, underlining her self-reliance.

Marcus harbored a restless concern, his unease stirred by Millie’s refusal of his proposition.

Swiftly containing his emotions, he enveloped her waist with his large palm, a playful chuckle escaping his Lips.

“Are you certain you don’t require my company?” he queried, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I suspect there’s a certain someone who’s grown quite attached. Even in slumber, the instant I settle into bed, she manages to find her way into my embrace,” he teased, recounting a recent nocturnal intimacy.

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Millie’s blinking response feigned ignorance, her playful retort a charming charade.

“Who might that be? Surely, I’m not the one. My creative endeavors occupy my time.”

Marcus glanced at the outside light, closed the curtains with the remote, and caressed her hair before patting her gently on the buttocks.

“Rise.”

Marcus rose from his seat, traversed to the shelf, and plucked a wine bottle from a row of selections. With an elegant finesse, he filled two glasses with the wine.

An enigmatic ambiance infused the study.

Millie gently swirled the red wine in her hand, a blush gracing her cheeks.

Resuming his seat, Marcus drew Millie into an embrace within the circle of his arms.

Millie blinked, a flush adorning her cheeks, “Cheers, my love.”