Chapter 1172

“Honey, please forgive me. I truly won’t do it again. Are you feeling tired? Let me give you a massage,

alright?” Millie pleaded in a soft voice, hoping to appease him.

Marcus withdrew his hand from her buttocks, then encircled her waist with his arm, drawing her closer

into his embrace.

“No.”

“Dearest, what is your desire?”

Millie nestled against the strength of Marcus’s chest, her countenance veiled. If retribution was what he

sought, then let it be, but why adorn his actions with such touches?

Did he long to meld her into his form with his formidable might? He exploited his dominance to torment

her.

“I possess the liberty to act as I please.”

His words cascaded like a magnetic melody, a balm for the soul, yet beneath their surface lay an

insistent resonance, impossible to ignore.

Millie, with patience and persuasion, articulated her rationale, a delicate attempt to sway him.

“Though I’ve conceded my error, your stance mustn’t be so intransigent. My wrongdoing is

acknowledged, and a pledge is made never to replicate it.”

What was once a gleeful jest, in the throes of unmasking, now posed a quandary.

“I harbor doubt in your assertion,” Marcus, a smile on his lips, whispered into Millie’s ear. His warm and

evocative breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver skittering across her skin.

Fortuitously, Marcus’s device stirred to life in this instant.

Angela’s Library

“What’s up?”

His tone wore a semblance of displeasure. Just as he finally secured a stolen moment with Millie, a

new intrusion emerged.

While conversing over the phone, Marcus slackened his hold on Millie’s waist, opting instead to grasp

her hand, guiding her towards the settee.

Seated, Marcus maintained silence, the conversation on the phone unfolding before him. The voice on

the opposite end belonged to the steward of the adjacent province’s lands, updating him on affairs

concerning a specific tract.

As the phone call prolonged, Marcus knitted his brows, a fleeting glance cast in Millie’s direction. He

motioned towards a vessel placed on the gleaming coffee table, prompting her to pour him water.

Following his directive, Millie promptly acquiesced, decanting water into the vessel.

As she extended the filled vessel, Marcus’s fingers kneaded his forehead.

What could be the source of his evident disquiet?

“Vigilance is required to prevent any mishap.” Marcus concluded his conversation by draining a portion

of the water.

“Did an anomaly arise within the project?” Millie observed Marcus’s mien, the eddies of her concern

were uncontainable.

“A trifling hiccup, nothing warranting apprehension.”