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Millie withdrew her hand, interpreting his words as an implication that she was unsatisfied with her desires.

Pouting, she warned, “Tease me once more, and I’ll leave you to rest alone.”

This approach seemed to have an effect on Marcus.

“No more teasing. I promise. To answer your question, the doctor might have said three days for most, but do I look like most? With my resilience, three hours suffice.”

“Fine, since you’re awake, you should rest well. Don’t speak too much; recovering from surgery isn’t trivial. I’ll fetch some soup from the cafeteria.”

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Millie felt a mix of emotions as she realized Marcus had woken up much earlier than expected. Initially embarrassed by her bold move, she was ultimately relieved; her fears about his prolonged unconsciousness had been unfounded.

Aware of his recent blood loss and consequent weakness, she understood the importance of providing him with nourishing food.

“Hurry back,” Marcus requested.

“I’ll be quick,” promised Millie, picking up the thermal jar from the counter.

She assumed his request stemmed from hunger, and with a sense of joy, she agreed to buy soup and return swiftly.

Unbeknownst to her, Marcus simply didn’t want her to be gone too long.

Exiting the ward with the jar, Millie informed Trenton that Marcus had regained consciousness, suggesting he could visit now. She then proceeded alone to the cafeteria.

Trenton, who had overheard their conversation, nodded and entered the ward.

“Mr. Thomas,” he greeted.

Marcus, looking serious, inquired about their safety. “I’ve checked everything; we’re secure here. No suspicious characters in the vicinity,” Trenton assured him.

Upon returning with the soup, Millie found Trenton concluding his discussion with Marcus and leaving.

Given Marcus’ injured hand and its encasing cast, Millie had to help him eat, spooning the soup carefully.

Initially, Marcus seemed to enjoy Millie’s attentive care. His injury, while unfortunate, provided an unexpected opportunity to be doted on by his beloved.

After savoring two spoonfuls of the hearty soup, Marcus suddenly stopped opening his mouth for more.

“What’s the matter? Is it too salty? Not to your taste?” Millie asked, concerned, ready to taste the soup herself.

However, Marcus, with an unashamedly bold stare, made an audacious request.

“I don’t want to be fed with a spoon. I want you to feed me with your mouth,” he suggested.

Millie’s eyes widened in shock, nearly spilling the soup. Flustered, her cheeks and ears flushed with a deep crimson.

“You’re really pushing your luck,” she responded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

Despite his request, Marcus softly touched her elbow with a gentle smile. “Why not try it?” he proposed.

Millie, her expression turning firm, stared at him intently. Since their relationship had grown closer, Marcus, when alone with her, often exhibited a shamelessly flirtatious side.

She firmly removed his hand, maintaining a serious demeanor.

“Forget it. Just open your mouth and have this soup, or I’ll call the doctor for an IV. It’s your choice,” Millie stated.

Reluctantly, Marcus complied, opening his mouth to drink the soup she offered.

Marcus began to sulk, his face long and mood visibly soured. He drank the soup she fed him without any sign of gratitude or conversation.

“Do you like the soup?” Millie inquired, hoping for some response.

“Here, try some meat for protein,” she suggested, still met with silence.

“And what would you like for breakfast tomorrow?” she continued, but Marcus remained mute.

Millie, noticing his petulant mood, frowned slightly.

Once he had finished two bowls of soup, she set the bowl aside and fetched a bunch of grapes. Carefully peeling them, she skewered each grape with a toothpick, offering one to him.

“Here’s some fruit for you,” she gently coaxed.

His lips, however, remained stubbornly sealed. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Millie was at a loss for words with his childish antics.

Remembering how he previously enjoyed being hand-fed grapes, she removed the toothpick and, using her fingers, offered a grape directly to his mouth.

Finally, Marcus opened his mouth, accepting the grape from her hand.

His tongue inadvertently, or perhaps intentionally, grazed her fingertip, sending a surprising shiver through Millie’s body, like a mild electric shock.