“Why haven’t you prepared for bed?”
It seemed she was weary, yet she chose to remain downstairs and watch television. Unless he called her up, she appeared disinclined to retire for the night.
“Why not retire early? You’re quite sleepy, aren’t you?”
Millie grasped a pillow, embracing it snugly.
“I was watching a drama.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI want to finish it.”
Bereft of design duties for the evening, she indulged in a television marathon, finding herself utterly engrossed.
Marcus, getting himself a gray bathrobe, found her demeanor rather endearing.
“You can complete it tomorrow.”
Millie cast her gaze downward, asserting her point.
“It’s different.
Once embarked upon, the itch to uncover the narrative’s resolution becomes irresistible. Curiosity isn’t conducive to slumber.”
Cloaked in his bathrobe, Marcus made his way to the bathroom, while Millie retreated to the bed. Settling onto the mattress, she rested briefly before Marcus’s voice summoned her anew.
“Honey, have you drifted off?”
Millie, her eyelids sealed in languor, issued a groggy response.
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“What’s the matter?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe cessation of water heralded Marcus’s query.
“Can you fetch something for me?”
“Something? Weren’t your bathrobe and whatnot in there?”
What else could he possibly require during a shower? The array of toiletries was comprehensive.
Deliberately, a cough resonated from within the bathroom.
“Indeed, I took the bathrobe, but I neglected to retrieve the attire worn underneath. Could you oblige me?”
The clothing underneath? Millie’s understanding dawned, inducing a tinge of sobriety. Could he mean…? Discomfort prickled within her, tinting her cheeks with embarrassment.
“I’m uncertain of its whereabouts.”