Chapter 922

Millie positioned herself before Marcus.

“Sweetheart, I’ve procured a gift for you.”

Millie held his hand, delivering the dark lighter into Marcus’ grasp, anxiety knitting her brow.

Cool to the touch, the black lighter captured Marcus’ attention, his gaze widening upon it.

This marked the maiden occasion that Millie had made such a gesture. Nerves pulsed through her,

compressing her fingers into a taut grip.

With his gaze locked on Millie, Marcus engaged with the lighter, his fingers tracing the ebony dragon

embellished upon it. The quality spoke of meticulous selection, attesting to Millie’s thoughtful

consideration. Such lighters were an uncommon sight, and the dragon’s presence hinted at deeper

significance.

“I shall retire for a shower.”

Inscrutable emotions played across Marcus’ face, confounding Millie as to whether her offering had

struck the desired chord. She collected her nightwear and hurried into the en-suite.

As Marcus manipulated the lighter, a sapphire flame sprung to life, a vivid hue that mirrored the

turbulence within.

As the bathroom door swung shut, Marcus found himself smiling, the weight he had borne dissipating.

Perhaps he had misconstrued Millie’s intentions. She had ventured to the mall, selecting a gift with

careful consideration, a testament to her affection.

A few fleeting moments later, Millie emerged from the bathroom, a delicate aura enveloping her as she

nestled into the bed. The air hung with her fragrance, a symphony of scents that seemed to dance

around her. Marcus, drawn by an invisible pull, leaned in, his lips descending into a tender kiss.

“Why, my dear, did you choose to bestow this upon me?”

Marcus’ words were a murmur against her ear, an intimate whisper that ignited sparks of anticipation.

Caught in the web of nerves, Millie stumbled over her words, a soft tremor present in her voice, “You,

um… You don’t like it?”

Different from last time when she gifted him a belt, she felt nervous this time.

“Does the dragon etched upon this lighter signify your desire to bind me eternally?”

Marcus’ voice, with its magnetic cadence, lingered in her ears, quickening her breath. So he had the

same understanding?

Millie’s shyness was a fortress she was determined to keep intact.

“No, it’s just… I thought the color suited you, and it’s the color you like. If you find it appealing, then I’m

glad.” Her words, though hesitant, carried a thread of earnestness.

“Silly woman,” Marcus quipped, extinguishing the light, his laughter a soothing serenade.

“You can’t fool me. I truly adore it.”

With the dawn of a new day, as they neared their workplace, Millie implored Marcus to halt the car.