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Millie rushed out, her entire body burning hot like wildfire. Her hand instinctively reached for her face.

What was happening to her?

She pondered what could be amiss. She delicately rubbed her lips with her fingertips, remembering

when her mouth had met that awkward part of his body. After a brief moment of contemplation, she

delivered a light slap to the cheek to jolt herself back to reality.

Marcus emerged, leaning against her from behind.

“Time to ditch that shy habit of yours. Millie, we’ve been married for ages now.”

Millie spun around, catching sight of his sculpted washboard stomach, which instantly ignited her

shyness. Yet, when she considered his earlier comment on her, the urge to place blame on him proved

too strong to resist.

“Could you just get dressed? We are still in the honeymoon phase after all.”

Stepping back, Marcus grabbed a towel from the bedside. “Enough of that. Get in here and hold the

shower head. I need to take a shower.”

As Millie’s anger flared, she stamped her feet impatiently. “You still want to shower? Why on earth? I

already warned you about keeping your wound dry. Can you please stop being so stubborn?”

A mocking voice echoed from the bathroom.

“Yes, I’m aware the wound can’t get wet. That’s precisely why I called you in to help me with the

shower head.”

Then, the sound of running water reached her ears. Millie fell silent.

She knew that, in time, she’d be fuming with him. Concerned about his wound getting wet, she hurried

into the bathroom and saw his clothes lay discarded on the marble floor tiles and he had already

started showering. Millie seethed with anger. He was truly digging his own grave by ignoring her

advice. With little or no alternative, she stepped into the spacious tiled cubicle and grabbed the shower

head to lessen the flow of water. She made sure to steer clear of the wound on his arm. Unwillingly,

Millie assisted him in holding the shower head. A sly grin played on Marcus’s lips. He knew she

couldn’t stay idle. Indeed, he possessed a myriad of methods to make Millie surrender.

Once he finished showering, Millie discovered herself drenched, although his wound had remained dry

under her meticulous care. Her eyes shot daggers at him, with a look of pure resentment on her face.

“Looks like I’m the one who took a shower,” she remarked. Drying himself with slow, deliberate strokes,

Marcus wrapped the oversized bath towel around his trim, bronze waist casually and strolled out of the

room.

“Cut the crap. Clean up the mess. I’m all about keeping things clean and tidy.”

Fists clenched, Millie felt the urge to punch him. He was so overbearing as to treat her like a maid! Yet,

despite her annoyance, she couldn’t stand the mess either. She turned off the shower, picked up his

sodden trousers and placed them in the basin. She reached for a cloth, bent down and diligently wiped

away the water stains on the marble floor. In no time, the bathroom was sparkling clean, devoid of any

lingering signs of the stubborn stains.

With a gentle touch, she applied moisturizer to her hands, looking over at Marcus. He was cocooned in

a quilt, watching TV on the bed.

“Are you finished?” Marcus inquired, casting a glance in her direction.

“Yes.” Millie snorted in response. Ever since she had suggested he eat the three pieces of bread, he

had been deliberately making difficulties for her and consistently speaking to her in a harsh and

unfriendly manner.

“Come and assist me in putting on my clothes.” Millie was taken aback. It was no wonder that he was

wrapped in a quilt. He hadn’t even bothered to get dressed.

“No need to be shy,” he urged pragmatically. “You’ve already seen me naked whilst you helped me take

a shower. Go to fetch a hospital gown. The nurse will check my temperature later.” With a dejected air,

Millie headed over to the nurses’ station to fetch the hospital gown, her teeth gritted in annoyance.