Chapter 876

“If you hadn’t shown up today, I was planning to tell you after I got back from the supermarket. Look,

I’m telling you everything now, aren’t I?” Millie’s words carried a mixture of both assurance and a hint of

vulnerability.

Millie’s pleading gaze met Marcus’, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that instant, Marcus’ heart

clenched, his anger dissipating, replaced by a pang of remorse.

She was already frightened, and he had exacerbated it. He realized his behavior had been callous and

unkind.

“This won’t happen again. If you ever encounter danger, you must inform me first.”

“Alright.”

She had managed to assuage his anger. Millie’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

However, she resolved to address this issue in the future. Trust is paramount in a marriage.

Stepping out into the courtyard, Millie’s gaze landed on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened

fruit-each orange now tinged with hues of vibrant red,

Observing Marcus emerge, still harboring a cold and distant expression,

Millie shelved her plan to retrieve a ladder for picking the oranges.

“Honey, could you help me? The oranges are too high for me to reach

With a brisk stride, Marcus closed the distance, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

“How would you like me to help? Should I hoist you onto my shoulders or carry you on my back?”

Marcus’ comment triggered an immediate flashback for Millie-a memory of their wedding photoshoot.

She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had insisted on perching on his shoulders

instead.

Millie’s intuition proved correct. When Marcus was upset, he seemed to soften when presented with a

request from her, occasionally even embracing the chance to display a touch of pride.

His actions were sincere, devoid of pretense, With a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted

Millie onto his shoulder, showcasing his underlying strength.

Millie’s feet left the ground abruptly and were lifted to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges that

had been out of her reach moments ago.

A mere ten minutes later, her task was completed, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed the

role of her human stepladder.

“Alright, you can put me down now.”

As her feet touched the ground once more, Millie experienced a moment of imbalance, her hand

instinctively reaching for Marcus’ arm. A subtle frown graced his features, a sign of his anguish.

However, their private interaction was interrupted by a familiar knock at the gate.

Millie hastened to welcome the visitor, revealing Joan on the other side. An inviting smile played across

Millie’s Lips.

“Joan, your timing is impeccable. I just finished picking some oranges. Take these with you.”

Efficiently, Millie gathered the fruits into a bag, extending her offering to Joan. Gratitude compelled her

to accept, even though Millie’s kindness was hard to refuse.