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He was concerned that she might be wearing herself out.

“Madam, let me handle this for you,” he offered.

Caught off guard and slightly embarrassed by being discovered in such an intimate situation, Millie couldn’t help but blush. However, she politely refused, “I can manage. Thank you.”

It seemed that no matter who took over the duty of caring for him, she wouldn’t feel entirely at ease.

“Well, if you’re certain. I may not be as gentle as you are since I’m a man. Anyways, I’ll step outside. Let me know if you need any assistance.”

After Trenton took his leave, Millie resumed her task of wiping Marcus’s body, paying close attention to removing the sweat that had appeared on his skin to prevent a fever.

Every stroke she made was tender and meticulous.

Once the task was complete, she emptied the basin in the bathroom and caught a glimpse of her disheveled reflection in the mirror. She recognized the need for a moment of self-care.

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The frosted glass of the bathroom door provided a rough silhouette of the person inside.

Trenton reassured Millie that he wouldn’t intrude and discreetly closed the ward’s door to grant her the privacy she needed.

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She never suspected Trenton, but she wanted to avoid any accidental intrusion, so she gave him a heads-up just to be safe.

Once inside the bathroom, Millie closed the door behind her and prepared to take a shower, washing her hair first.

In the bathroom, the soothing sound of running water filled the space.

Outside, Marcus’s fingers stirred, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling weak and disoriented.

He tested his facial muscles and managed to come up with a faint smile. His first thought was that the operating room was a far from pleasant place.

He had woken up way earlier than expected. The doctor had predicted at least three days of unconsciousness, but Marcus had different plans, already awake just 3 hours after the procedure.

Just then, he heard the sound of water splashing.

Marcus turned his head toward the source of the sound. Was someone taking a shower in his hospital bathroom?

Through the frosted glass, a graceful figure was reflected.

He saw long, shapely legs, a flat abdomen, and a full chest. There was no doubt in Marcus’s mind about the identity of the person inside. He knew that alluring silhouette intimately, having touched it countless times and memorized every curve.

It could be none else but Millie.

The sound of the water ceased, and she began to dry herself, donning her underwear and adjusting the straps. Marcus observed her actions with keen interest.

After blow-drying her long hair, Millie emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed. Marcus, now pretending to be asleep, watched her.