Chapter 1006

“He’s not home yet at this time? Millie, exercise greater caution; don’t be complacent.”

Millie’s gaze fixed on the message from Grace, a moment of brief surprise registering in her

expression.

“Complacent ?”

“Yes. Your husband is an attractive figure, a magnet for attention from many women. You should be on

your guard. I’d suggest setting some boundaries for him, perhaps even imposing a curfew. Men are

often swayed by their desires, and vigilance serves as the prudent course.”

Grace’s earnest counsel hung in the air, eliciting a momentary silence from Millie.

Never before had she questioned Marcus’ late returns, attributing them to work-related social

obligations. Grace’s perspective was an angle Millie had never considered.

“Millie, are you still there? Don’t overthink it. I was just sharing a thought.”

“Alright, we’ll catch up later. Take care.”

Millie shook her head, deeming Grace’s concerns a tad excessive.

Resolving to address the situation, Millie placed a call to Marcus, who promptly answered, offering

assurance that he was engaged in a social engagement and would return after its conclusion.

Post-call, Millie retreated to the dining area, a gentle tap against her chin signaling her introspection.

She had erred in her calculations; her culinary enthusiasm had led to an excess of food that she

couldn’t possibly consume alone, a prospect that weighed on her sense of wastefulness.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Meanwhile, within the confines of Harlan’s villa, Marcus ended his call, his pallor registering a hint of

relaxation.

Seated by his side, Harlan teased, “Was it the maid ringing?

Remarkable, even a maid seems to double as a painkiller, capable of alleviating your discomfort.”

Contrary to his earlier claims, Marcus wasn’t partaking in a social gathering. Instead, a doctor

dispatched from the island had taken charge of tending to his wound.

“This medication carries a potent punch; applying it will mimic a blade’s piercing. Mr. Thomas, brace

yourself,” the doctor uttered as he administered the medication.

True to the doctor’s forewarning, the medication’s potency elicited a clenched-teeth response of agony

from Marcus.

Harlan lingered steadfastly, a guardian against the specter of Marcus fainting.

Frustrated by his inability to persuade Marcus into returning to the island, Harlan found himself

compelled to transport the island’s most skilled doctor to Preagend.

“Is it completed?” Marcus inquired as the doctor concluded bandaging, his fingers reaching for his

attire.

“Mr. Thomas, await a half-hour’s passage before you depart. We must monitor potential side effects.”

With patience, Marcus settled into place.

“Mr. Thomas, given your reluctance to return to the island, nightly dressing changes will be requisite.

Doses of medication shall be tailored to the wound’s evolving condition,” the doctor elucidated.

“Every night?” Marcus’ exasperation seeped through.