Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 889

“Darling, I was mistaken. I didn’t truly know you then, but now I see you for the wonderful person youare. I deeply regret my past actions.”

“They say men are fickle remain so in the future? You treat me well now, but who’s to say it will

Millie’s voice held a tinge of melancholy, her chin resting thoughtfully upon her hand.

Observing her contemplation, Marcus’ brow furrowed. The landscape of her mind remained veiled,prompting his desire to unravel her thoughts. Was this her self-doubt? Did she not yet understand thesteadfastness of his commitment?

Yet an air of uncertainty seemed to shroud her confidence. Unbeknownst to her, his commitment to herwas unwavering-a devotion that even death couldn’t sway.

“What’s so funny?” Millie inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity, as Marcus chuckled softly.

“Honey, your self-assuredness appears to have diminished,” Marcus observed, a note of gentle teasingthreading his words.

Millie found herself momentarily rendered silent. She contemplated her own words and realized thetruth in his observation, Millie sought to uplift herself from her momentary self-doubt.

“No, I possess unwavering confidence. Even as age graces me with its touch, I shall retain my beauty.And if you cease to love me, I’ll replace another handsome suitor.”

“Ouch, that hurts! What are you doing?”

Millie winced as Marcus pressed her shin; the pain was immediate.

“with me by your side, do you believe you could ever love another man?” Marcus’ eyes darkened with ahint of anger, startling Millie.

“It was just a joke; why so serious? It’s not befitting of a loving husband,” she replied softly, her voiceattempting to soothe his ire.

In an instant, Millie found herself drawn into Marcus’ embrace, her world enveloped by the warmth andstrength of his chest.

“What did you just imply? Are you suggesting that I am not a capable husband?”

To forestall any further vexing words, Marcus gently tilted Millie’s chin, bestowing upon her lips a tenderkiss as a playful reprimand.

The aftertaste of their shared moment lingered as Millie abruptly broke away, hastening her retreat as ifcaught in a whimsical reverie.

“Where are you off to?”

Marcus’ tone bore a note of dissatisfaction, a sentiment that mirrored his intention to not release her soreadily.

The timbre of his voice held an undercurrent of authority, a resonance that sent shivers cascadingdown Millie’s spine.

In response to his compelling inquiry, Millie paused mid-step, her trajectory altering as her gaze settledupon him.

“I intend to purchase some fish. Remember the ones I procured yesterday, only to meet an unfortunatefate on the road? Fear not, I shall return shortly.”

She reassured, resuming her escape with newfound determination.

As she vanished from his sight, Marcus shook his head in fond bemusement.

Millie’s departure was merely a fleeting retreat in their ever-evolving romance.