Chapter 888

Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the

golden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous

moment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully

mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared

undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie

couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

A soft snort of amusement escaped Marcus’ lips before his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas of

ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury all the more vivid

against its pallid backdrop.

“Do you possess any anti-inflammatory salves at your disposal? It is imperative you tend to your

wound.”

Millie nodded affirmatively. She rose from her seat and made her way to her chamber, returning with an

ointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised herself upon a chair, intent on attending to

her injury with the utmost care.

Marcus settled into a seat beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor. Taking the ointment from her

hand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her leg

onto his lap, a gesture both tender and intimate.

“Allow me to assist you,” Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount of the white ointment onto

his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’s

roughness was barely discernible as he applied it with tenderness.

“Honey, when we age, will you care for me in my moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced

by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection for him, yearning for

eternal happiness.

“If I age, my skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, a

thread of insecurity weaving through her words.

“Silly, what thoughts occupy your mind? My heart is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless of the

passage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus reassured her, his patience unwavering.

“Do you love me?”

Millie’s question hung in the air, and her brow creased in contemplation.

“You believe I don’t hold affection for you?”

Marcus’ perplexity manifested in his furrowed brows. He would even surrender to her every whim.

However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he struggled to decipher.

A shadow of guilt passed over Marcus as he met her gaze-those eyes that flickered with vulnerability.

Her words struck a chord within him.

“Remember when you forbade me from eating and refused to take me to Grandma’s birthday party?

You called me a wicked woman, even threatening my life.”

Millie recounted, her voice tinged with sadness. Memories of their turbulent past resurfaced, revealing

a history of discord and animosity. Yet she, too, had once harbored resentment.

Marcus realized the weight of her recollections and the gravity of her words. He felt a twinge of remorse

and regret, acknowledging his own transgressions.

He extended a heartfelt apology.