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She messaged Reilly, who quickly responded that the baby hadn’t arrived yet but would soon. Rylie shared more details about the pregnancy, piquing Millie’s interest further.

Meanwhile, Marcus fielded three consecutive phone calls, discussing an upcoming visit from an overseas delegation. After settling the details, he returned to the room to find Millie asleep, her phone still clutched in her hand.

Marcus delicately took Millie’s phone from her hand, then turned and closed the window to ward off the chill of the night.

It was not until dinner time that Marcus gently nudged her shoulder, saying, “Honey, it’s time for dinner.”

In this temple, mealtimes were strictly scheduled; miss it, and the next opportunity to eat wouldn’t be until morning.

Blinking out of her daze, Millie opened her eyes, rubbing them wearily.

“Get up. They are already eating,” Marcus encouraged. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I don’t feel like eating. I want to sleep.” Millie’s voice was thick with sleep, one side of her face buried in the pillow, her eyes drifting shut.

Marcus placed his hand on her waist and hoisted her up, urging, “Come on.”

Having climbed the mountain for several hours, exhaustion had settled into their bones. Millie must have been famished. If she neglected to eat now, she would wake up hungry in the middle of the night, possibly developing a stomach ailment.

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“What are you doing? I said I don’t want to eat,” Millie protested, pouting.

“You are so heartless. I’m doing this for your well-being, and you regard me as a nuisance. I guess I’ll have to carry you out Like this, for all to see,” Marcus teased as he fetched her coat, held her hand, and assisted her in dressing.

“Humph!”

Millie’s response was an indignant sound as she slapped the back of his hand.

In return, Marcus pinched Millie’s cheek playfully. Any other woman would have been grateful for his attentiveness, but Millie was spoiled and still swatted at him.

Outside, the evening was settling in. Millie stretched before rising from the bed, took a sip of water, and allowed Marcus to lead her to dinner.

The dining area was located in a hall where they ate alongside the temple’s monks, the room enveloped in silence.

Marcus and Millie found their places on a mat, where they were served simple noodles. Though the meal was far from extravagant, Millie’s hunger was satisfied.

After dining, they decided to take a stroll.

Wandering down a lengthy corridor, they discovered a serene courtyard, graced by a pool adorned with a solitary lotus flower. Millie’s fingers danced across the water, but the cool sensation made her pull back. She settled onto a nearby swing.

“Honey, come and help me.”

Millie beckoned to Marcus with a smile, her finger curling in a playful invitation.

Marcus quickly finished reading the report Trenton had sent and hurried to assist Millie.

“Yes, my queen.”