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As her lids drooped, Marcus’ palm continued its exploratory journey across her form, a touch both possessive and tender.
She expressed her disapproval with a gentle swat on his roaming hand.
“I concede my current vulnerability; my sole recourse remains in my hands. You don’t wantto go beyond that, do you?”
Millie acquiesced, acknowledging Marcus’ nature as a fervent pursuer.
Approximately thirty minutes later, Marcus succumbed to sleep. Gently extricating herself, Millie slipped from the bed and proceeded to the kitchen, commencing her culinary preparations, extracting ribs from the refrigerator, simmering water, arranging ingredients…
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the sun dipped below the horizon, an alluring aroma wafted from the kitchen, enveloping their home in a savory embrace.
Leaning against the countertop, Millie’s thoughts drifted back to their initial night as husband and wife. His aloof demeanor then had irked her, yet here she stood, orchestrating a nourishing meal.
Upon Marcus’ awakening, a yearning for Millie’s presence overchim, propelling him downstairs to hug her.
“Sweetheart, I’ve stirred from slumber. Pray tell, what delectable concoction simmers in your culinary realm? A fragrant aroma graces my senses.”
Dusk’s shadow extended its embrace. Beyond the Smith family’s gates, within a sleek ebony vehicle, a man emerged, the car door parting to release him.
“Whom seek you?” queried the vigilant security at the entrance, their composure wavering in the man’s presence.
Harlan, his touch firm yet commanding, landed his hand upon the security guard’s shoulder, dictating, “Unbar the door.”
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Though the guard anticipated his shoulder might part ways from its socket, he yielded to his duty and resisted the tremors of apprehension, refraining from unlocking the portal.
Exhaling with exasperation, Harlan swiftly confiscated the access card from the guard’s waist, propelling him several paces aside and deploying the card to access the threshold, thereby infiltrating the Smith family’s sanctum.
“Damn it! An intruder!”
The proclamation echoed even as the Smith family’s security team gathered, placing Harlan within the mansion’s expanse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAttired in the deepest shades of darkness, his attire, trousers, and even leather boots were suffused with obsidian hues, and his raven- dark hair mirrored his attire.
“Summon your lady forthwith, or I shall not hesitate to shoot you all,” Harlan ordered, extracting a firearm from his pocket, the barrel’s pointed aim unsettling a passing maid.
“Convey to her that Harlan awaits her presence.”
Trepidation seized the maid, compelling her to crawl toward her master, Holden Smith with her harrowing tale.
She hastened to unlatch the master bedroom’s door.
Holden and his wife, Jimena Kelly, were on the cusp of slumber. As the door creaked open, their gaze converged upon the maid in unison.
Jimena’s reproach was swift to manifest.
“What tumultuous uproar is this? Pray elucidate the cause of your haste.”