Novel Titanic
Chapter 1371
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A sudden urge of slapping some sense into him surged within Millie.
She yearned to make him understand the need for rest and recovery.
And any physical contact at the moment would only worsen the situation.
“Don’t dwell on it. It’s just not possible. We can discuss it once you’ve recovered,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and highlighting her point.
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Marcus turned his head away in frustration, locking his gaze on the ceiling.
“You’re so self-centered and dull. Can’t you be a little adventurous?” he asked, bringing his thumb and index finger close enough that there was practically no space between them, drawing her attention to the word “little.”
Millie rubbed her pounding temple with her fingers, finding his behavior incredibly immature. Grabbing the quilt, she retorted angrily, her fingers clenching the fabric tightly, “Yes, I’m selfish and boring. Go ahead and find someone else who’s willing to entertain your whims. That nurse who recently tended to your dressing might be more in sync with your preferences. I have already caught her winking at you; she must have a knack for keeping you entertained.” Millie gestured her hand in the direction of the nurse’s station.
A heavy silence enveloped the room. Ten minutes had passed.
Marcus tentatively extended his hand beneath the covers, gently entwining his fingers with Millie’s delicate ones. He looked at her face, seeing her reaction to his move.
Without any hesitation, Millie withdrew her hand and placed it out of his reach.
Unfazed, he placed his large palm on her lower abdomen, gently caressing her silky skin through the fabric of her clothing.
Millie took a deep breath and moved his hand aside firmly. Turning over, she rested her hands beneath her head, facing away from him, and closed her eyes.
Observing Millie’s evident anger, Marcus found himself at a loss for how to respond. He didn’t want her to be angry with him.
He moved closer, moistening his dry lips, and whispered softly, “Honey! Millie! My dear wife!”
Ignoring his entreaties, Millie pushed her hair behind her ear and placed her hands over them, refusing to acknowledge his words.
Marcus, upon seeing her action, attempted to place his hand on her waist again, only to receWith a pillow in his hand, Marcus glanced at her indifferently. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
“I apologize if I’ve upset you,” Marcus expressed. “I’ll rest in the nursing bed. It’s more spacious, so I’ll leave the patient’s bed to you.”
Millie was left speechless. As she gazed at his pale and indifferent countenance, she found herself at a loss for words.
At that moment, a team of doctors conducting their nightly ward rounds coincidentally arrived at his ward. As the doctor approached the door, he noticed that the room’s light was illuminated.
“Mr. Thomas, are you still awake?”
When they entered in the room, they found Millie lying on the patient’s bed, while the unfortunate patient was standing on the floor, encased in plaster.
The doctors exchanged incredulous glances.
Evidently, they were under the impression that Marcus’s wife appeared gentle and considerate but in reality, she was far from it.
The main doctor regained his composure after the initial shock and cleared his throat with clenched fists.
“Well, Miss Brown,” the doctor began, “while Mr. Thomas has awoken, I wouldn’t advise him to use the smaller bed. Moreover, he requires protein supplementation through the IV due to significant blood loss, which is essential for his recovery.”
Millie swallowed and promptly rose from the bed, her face red with embarrassment.
Flustered, she tried to explain, “No, I didn’t-“
The doctor, not keen on wasting time, intervened.
“Mr. Thomas, please return to your bed. You need to rest.”
However, Marcus interjected on Millie’s behalf.
“No, thank you. The sickbed is more spacious. I’ll let my wife have it. She can sleep there.”