Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 888

Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of thegolden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previousmoment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfullymentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a sharedundercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Milliecouldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

A soft snort of amusement escaped Marcus’ lips before his gaze fell upon Millie’s ankle-a canvas ofivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury all the more vividagainst its pallid backdrop.

“Do you possess any anti-inflammatory salves at your disposal? It is imperative you tend to yourwound.”

Millie nodded affirmatively. She rose from her seat and made her way to her chamber, returning with anointment cradled in her hand. Seated gracefully, she poised herself upon a chair, intent on attending toher injury with the utmost care.

Marcus settled into a seat beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor. Taking the ointment from herhand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her legonto his lap, a gesture both tender and intimate.

“Allow me to assist you,” Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount of the white ointment ontohis fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin like a soothing caress. Even his finger’sroughness was barely discernible as he applied it with tenderness.

“Honey, when we age, will you care for me in my moments of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entrancedby his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection for him, yearning foreternal happiness.

“If I age, my skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she mused, athread of insecurity weaving through her words.

“Silly, what thoughts occupy your mind? My heart is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless of thepassage of years or the changes they bring.” Marcus reassured her, his patience unwavering.

“Do you love me?”

Millie’s question hung in the air, and her brow creased in contemplation.

“You believe I don’t hold affection for you?”

Marcus’ perplexity manifested in his furrowed brows. He would even surrender to her every whim.However, her question danced within him, a puzzle he struggled to decipher.

A shadow of guilt passed over Marcus as he met her gaze-those eyes that flickered with vulnerability.Her words struck a chord within him.

“Remember when you forbade me from eating and refused to take me to Grandma’s birthday party?You called me a wicked woman, even threatening my life.”

Millie recounted, her voice tinged with sadness. Memories of their turbulent past resurfaced, revealinga history of discord and animosity. Yet she, too, had once harbored resentment.

Marcus realized the weight of her recollections and the gravity of her words. He felt a twinge of remorseand regret, acknowledging his own transgressions.

He extended a heartfelt apology.