Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 887

Seeking solace, Millie retreated into Marcus’ embrace once more. Her pain was undeniable,exacerbated by the fearsome visage of the crab. She felt as if it were attempting to devour her.

Suppressing his laughter, Marcus observed this unfamiliar vulnerability in Millie, marveling at herwillingness to unveil this facet of herself. It bestowed him with a sense of contentment, the intimacy ofthe moment deepening their connection.

Although she claimed to be terrified, her expressive eyes told a different story-a tale of her desire tosever the crab’s claws and trample upon it. Suppressing his amusement, Marcus hesitated no longer.He dared not delay, given her obvious distress. After all, her vulnerability was a testament to her trust inhim.

Turning on the tap in the yard, he filled the sink with water before gently guiding Millie inside.

“Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Millie’s confusion was apparent.

With unwavering patience, Marcus reassured her, “Hang on just a bit longer, my love. When itencounters water, the crab will release its grip.”

“Can this method truly bear fruit?” Millie’s voice quivered, a delicate tremor betraying her apprehension.

Yet Marcus’ actions proved to be the compass guiding them to success. As Millie’s ankle surrenderedto the water’s tender caress, the crab, like a prisoner granted freedom, finally released its grip.

Millie’s eyes flickered with astonishment, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her gaze as shefixed it upon Marcus, a newfound reverence gleaming therein.

Nevertheless, the site where the crab had clamped down bore the crimson badge of its conquest, aprominent bloodstain, and an undeniable swell that set it apart from the unblemished skin,

Exiting the sink, Millie’s posture transformed into one of contemplation. She knelt, her gaze a steadfastbeam upon the crab, her hand reaching out to claim it.

Yet the crab, perhaps sensing retribution in the air, brandished its mighty claws with swiftdetermination, a battle standard unfurled in warning.

Millie, gripped by fear, cast the creature aside, her actions swift and decisive, lest its clutches seize heragain.

In the aftermath, Millie’s startled cry pierced the tranquility, stirring Marcus from his reverie. He couldn’thelp but laugh.

Determined not to reveal her fear, Millie persevered, “Darling, do you prefer crabs steamed or fried?”she inquired. Marcus, a silent contemplator, withheld his response.

Millie, her chin resting daintily upon her hands, cast a sidelong glance.

“Honey, do you think that ending the life of this crab might curtail my own? Yet, it was it that sought towound me first.”

Pain, an unrelenting specter, lingered in her memory. The crab’s grip had held her for what felt like aneternity. Even in its absence, the ache endured, a constant reminder of her desire for retribution.

“Are you truly intent on its demise the stakes. Marcus, arching an eyebrow, raised

She dared not approach the crab, much less contemplate its demise.

What did this imply? Was it a suggestion that she lacked the resolve to dispatch the obstinatecreature?

Before Millie could reply, Marcus unraveled the crab’s enigma.

“This crab, my dear, is with a child, poised to usher forth tens of thousands of tiny lives. Should you endits existence, you risk a divine retribution that could abbreviate your own days.”

Millie stood thunderstruck. The crab was pregnant?