Chapter 1179

Marcus, having wiped the dampness from his visage, discerned her shyness and her artful evasion.

Patiently, he dispensed a dollop of white body wash, massaging it over his skin.

“Retrieve the set you laundered for me two days ago. You recollect its placement, I presume?”

Recollections of the episode wherein she laundered his undergarment swamped her, exacerbating her

discomfort. A flush suffused her soft countenance.

“Swiftly now. I’m nearly concluded.”

Millie’s protestations endured, her throat clearing as she ventured, “Perhaps you could don the

bathrobe instead.”

Despite traversing the breadth of intimate experiences, Millie’s conservative disposition prevailed. A

candid display remained beyond her realm.

Within the bathroom, Marcus’s voice resonated.

“Are you absolutely resolved on this?”

Marcus intoned the word “resolved” with marked emphasis. Millie blinked, sensing impending peril.

Presently, the click of the doorknob beckoned. Millie conceded defeat, bounding from bed hastily.

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“One moment. Do not exit yet. Let me fetch it for you.”

Her hastiness precluded the consideration of footwear. Bare feet met the plush carpet’s embrace as

she dashed to the wardrobe.

The door at the wardrobe’s extremity swung open. Retrieving the dark -hued undergarment, she

cradled its supple fabric, her palm radiating warmth. The lingering essence of lavender compounded

her blush- inducing unease. With nervous steps, she approached the bathroom’s portal.

“Ahem, perhaps you could crack the door slightly. I’ll deliver it to you.”

With a resounding clang, the bathroom’s glass door swung ajar, revealing the spectacle of his finely

sculpted six-pack abs. The sight was undeniably tantalizing. Millie, compelled to avert her gaze,

shielded her eyes and murmured, “Didn’t I ask you to leave it ajar?”

Marcus’s hand intercepted her attempt to cover her vision, and he spoke, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You’ve just had a thorough Look at me. Why this sudden shyness?”

“Cheeky!”

Millie’s nerves taut, she hurled the underwear toward his chest, swiveled on her heel, and hastened to

the bed.

She had never scrutinized his physique so attentively before.

Diving beneath the covers, she subsequently realized he’d enshrouded his lower torso with a bath

towel. A sheepish tongue peeked between her lips as self-admonishment surged within her.

Meanwhile, Marcus clutched the undergarment, the heat from her grip still suffusing the fabric.

An impish grin animated his features as he proceeded to don it.