Chapter 875

“What’s amiss

Emerging from the kitchen, Millie noticed Marcus standing by the bed, his demeanor tinged with

frostiness.

“You’ve got a knife tucked under your pillow. Is someone causing you trouble?”

A glint of steel sharpened in Marcus’ gaze. He recalled the unease that had plagued him the previous

night, an inscrutable intuition whispering of looming danger hovering menacingly over Millie’s horizon.

“Fortunately, I managed to evade him on the journey back here,” Millie disclosed.

“Yet, last night, he found his way into my home. Yet, I remained vigilant and exploited his unfamiliarity

with the layout in the darkness. I struck first, inflicting injury. He fled,”

With Marcus’ arrival, Millie laid bare the peril she had encountered.

Listening with a mixture of astonishment and apprehension, Marcus gleaned the details of the danger

that had shadowed Millie’s return, Her journey had been marred by threats at every juncture.

A hint of weariness lingered in Millie’s eyes, a testament to a restless night.

Once more, Marcus’ gaze settled upon the cold blade. Since the assailant’s scheme had failed, it was

likely they would return.

“Don’t dwell on it any longer. With you here, I fear nothing,” Millie reassured.

However, she perceived Marcus’ countenance growing increasingly grim. In an instant, his demeanor

shifted to one of fury.

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“Millie Brown, I’m your husband, not a figure summoned to attend to your lifeless body. When you

encounter such peril, why did you not inform me immediately?”

Upon observing Millie’s seemingly nonchalant demeanor, Marcus’ indignation mounted.

Millie began to speak, hesitated, then closed her lips in contemplation.

Flames of anger flared within Marcus’ eyes, creasing his forehead with furrows.

His anger was real and palpable. Millie’s strong independence had always been a point of contention

for him, especially in times of peril when she failed to inform him promptly.

Millie’s gaze dropped to his clenched fist, veins pulsing beneath his skin. After a hesitant moment, she

mustered the courage to approach him, gently prying the knife from his grip and placing it on the table.

Then she encircled him in her arms, attempting to soften his mood with her affection.

“Honey, don’t be angry. I didn’t mean to withhold it from you intentionally. Last night, I thought of calling

you, but we were apart, and I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me even during the day?”

Marcus’ stance remained rigid. It was often said that women were Like water-gentle and prone to

seeking solace in their husbands during times of distress. Yet with Millie, it was as if she were forged

from steel, carrying her burdens alone.

His greatest fear was that her independence was an indication of her indifference toward him.

Millie found herself momentarily tongue-tied by Marcus’ words. She had to admit that she had grown

accustomed to facing challenges alone. Many times, she yearned to confide in someone, but the words

invariably stuck in her throat.

However, this wasn’t the moment to divulge that. She looked up at him.