Chapter 1009

Millie thought he would continue, but Marcus instead released her and tenderly tucked her into bed.

“Good night, honey.”

The abrupt halt caught Millie by surprise, but she was genuinely tired and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Marcus, grappling with the physical discomfort, lay down next to Millie. He knew he wouldn’t want to

pursue intimacy with her until he had recovered.

Even so, Marcus seemed unable to control himself completely, and Millie often felt his hand on her

chest as she slept.

Lately, Millie had immersed herself in design work, leading a busy and fulfilling life. Today marked a

rare moment of relaxation, so she and Grace arranged to spend the day shopping together.

They purchased some cosmetics, and afterward, they found a snack bar and settled in.

After a bit of casual conversation, Grace’s tone changed as her eyes shifted towards Millie’s flat

abdomen.

“Millie, what’s going on with you? Why aren’t you pregnant yet? I’m so eager to become your child’s

godmother.”

Millie Looked down at her stomach, a frown of embarrassment crossing her face.

“Why don’t you have a child of your own? Then you can be your own child’s mother.”

Grace playfully pretended to hit Millie. “I don’t even have a boyfriend. How can I have a baby?”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Millie deftly dodged and selected some food for Grace.

Chewing thoughtfully, Grace continued, “Don’t evade the issue. You’ve been married for some time

now. Why aren’t you expecting yet? Is there something wrong with your health? Do you want me to

accompany you to the hospital?”

Millie found herself at a loss for words under Grace’s scrutinizing gaze. How could her friend question

her health in such a way?

“You must have a child to secure your place in the Thomas family.

Don’t let your work consume you. The money you earn means nothing to them,” Grace added, concern

in her voice, for she had heard that Mrs. Thomas wasn’t particularly kind to Millie.

“I haven’t thought about it yet,” Millie replied, shaking her head.

The idea of solidifying her status through childbirth was foreign to her. People who resented you

wouldn’t change their view just because you bore a child.

Grace rolled her eyes at Millie, chiding, “Fool. It’s getting late.

Call Marcus to pick you up.”

Millie continued to eat, responding nonchalantly, “I’ll take a taxi. He’s probably still working.”

“Is he out socializing every night?” Grace asked, recalling the last time she’d messaged Millie and he

hadn’t returned yet due to business.

And now, he was occupied with work again.