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Soon, Millie felt a light pinch. Confined on the small bed, the air grew warm and tense.

Barely stifling a gasp, she was momentarily taken aback but managed to respond softly, “Please, don’t touch me, honey.”

Millie felt like she was gently managing a mischievous child in a kindergarten, using patience as her tool.

Surprised, she pondered how Marcus remained so full of energy post-surgery. Was he really so robust and strong?

Marcus, turning towards her, whispered with a low, magnetic tone, “With such a beauty beside me, how can sleep come easily? Plus, the surgery was on my arm, not elsewhere. I do have certain… desires.”

Desires?

She worried he might delve into more explicit details, so she quickly interjected, “Shouldn’t you be resting quietly? The doctor mentioned your significant blood loss,” she reminded him.

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Millie felt a wave of panic; his conversation was veering into dangerous territory. Hastily shifting the subject, she closed her eyes.

“I’m worn out from the day. Sleep calls. Good night.”

Regardless of her feigned slumber, Marcus remained undeterred. He lay observing her, his gaze penetrating even in the dim room.

“Do you know what has me so stirred up?”

Millie kept silent, feigning deep sleep. Yet, under his stare, her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably.

Feeling his fingers on her nose, she heard Marcus’s teasing words.

“I glimpsed you showering earlier. A delightful surprise from my wife upon waking. My whole body heated at the sight. Your figure is stunning.”

His words sent a wave of shock through her…

He pinched her nose…

And he’d seen her showering? Speechless, Millie felt a deep embarrassment. The hospital’s glass had betrayed her, revealing her silhouette and movements. How could they install such indiscreet glass?

Unable to maintain her pretense, she opened her eyes, Lips pursed.

“Well, Marcus, what are you up to now?”

Leaning in close to Millie’s face, Marcus let out an exasperated snort. “Come on, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

Millie, staring at him, found the whole situation utterly ludicrous.

In a hospital room, with his injury, now was the least appropriate time and place for his desires. What a lecher, she thought.