Chapter 887

Seeking solace, Millie retreated into Marcus’ embrace once more. Her pain was undeniable,

exacerbated by the fearsome visage of the crab. She felt as if it were attempting to devour her.

Suppressing his laughter, Marcus observed this unfamiliar vulnerability in Millie, marveling at her

willingness to unveil this facet of herself. It bestowed him with a sense of contentment, the intimacy of

the moment deepening their connection.

Although she claimed to be terrified, her expressive eyes told a different story-a tale of her desire to

sever the crab’s claws and trample upon it. Suppressing his amusement, Marcus hesitated no longer.

He dared not delay, given her obvious distress. After all, her vulnerability was a testament to her trust in

him.

Turning on the tap in the yard, he filled the sink with water before gently guiding Millie inside.

“Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Millie’s confusion was apparent.

With unwavering patience, Marcus reassured her, “Hang on just a bit longer, my love. When it

encounters water, the crab will release its grip.”

“Can this method truly bear fruit?” Millie’s voice quivered, a delicate tremor betraying her apprehension.

Yet Marcus’ actions proved to be the compass guiding them to success. As Millie’s ankle surrendered

to the water’s tender caress, the crab, like a prisoner granted freedom, finally released its grip.

Millie’s eyes flickered with astonishment, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her gaze as she

fixed it upon Marcus, a newfound reverence gleaming therein.

Nevertheless, the site where the crab had clamped down bore the crimson badge of its conquest, a

prominent bloodstain, and an undeniable swell that set it apart from the unblemished skin,

Exiting the sink, Millie’s posture transformed into one of contemplation. She knelt, her gaze a steadfast

beam upon the crab, her hand reaching out to claim it.

Yet the crab, perhaps sensing retribution in the air, brandished its mighty claws with swift

determination, a battle standard unfurled in warning.

Millie, gripped by fear, cast the creature aside, her actions swift and decisive, lest its clutches seize her

again.

In the aftermath, Millie’s startled cry pierced the tranquility, stirring Marcus from his reverie. He couldn’t

help but laugh.

Determined not to reveal her fear, Millie persevered, “Darling, do you prefer crabs steamed or fried?”

she inquired. Marcus, a silent contemplator, withheld his response.

Millie, her chin resting daintily upon her hands, cast a sidelong glance.

“Honey, do you think that ending the life of this crab might curtail my own? Yet, it was it that sought to

wound me first.”

Pain, an unrelenting specter, lingered in her memory. The crab’s grip had held her for what felt like an

eternity. Even in its absence, the ache endured, a constant reminder of her desire for retribution.

“Are you truly intent on its demise the stakes. Marcus, arching an eyebrow, raised

She dared not approach the crab, much less contemplate its demise.

What did this imply? Was it a suggestion that she lacked the resolve to dispatch the obstinate

creature?

Before Millie could reply, Marcus unraveled the crab’s enigma.

“This crab, my dear, is with a child, poised to usher forth tens of thousands of tiny lives. Should you end

its existence, you risk a divine retribution that could abbreviate your own days.”

Millie stood thunderstruck. The crab was pregnant?