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“We’ll continue our periodic ward checks during the night,” they informed her.

Millie, who had been preoccupied with Marcus’s elevated temperature, raised her head and noticed that the doctors were watching her.

She quickly grasped that their earlier words were a subtle reminder for her not to use Marcus’s bed again.

She managed to force a smile and commented, “Well… You all must be quite exhausted, having to inspect the wards in the middle of the night.”

Once the door closed after their departure, Millie took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. She was finding it hard to breathe because of the recent events.

Marcus voice broke the silence. “Honey! Can you please switch off the light?” Receiving no response from her, he continued, “The doctors have left. You can join me in the bed now.”

She was fuming with anger. She turned her head to shot him a fierce glance, letting out a snort as she made her way towards the switch board. After switching off the lights, she walked straight ahead to the sofa. Marcus decided to let it for now because all the medication was causing him exhaustion.

Both were sleeping when a sudden noise from the window disrupted Millie’s sleep.

She sat up, her eyes fixed on the window. Suddenly, a white figure drifted by, startling her. Millie was so frightened that her hands clenched tightly into fists.

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She scanned her surroundings. Everything was dark and in eerie silence. Without a second thought, she called out.

“Honey?”

“Hmmm…” he mumbled, still awake. “What’s wrong?”

Marcus also noticed a sudden gust of wind outside, causing the window to rattle. It seemed to be the hospital bed sheet outside that was blown by the wind, which scared Millie.

Suddenly, he felt as though fate had granted him an opportunity.

Millie feigned composure and replied, “No… Nothing… Just go back to sleep.”

She reassured herself that what she saw minutes ago could be her imagination.

“Would you like to come up and sleep with me?” Marcus offered.

“No… No, ah!” Millie hesitated. “But if the doctors, by any chance, come to inspect the wards later, they’ll scold me again.”

Millie was about to refuse again when her eyes widened upon seeing another white figure move past the window. Her words died in her mouth.

“Come here. Have you ever seen doctors checking the wards twice in one night?” He gestured for her to come over to him. But when she didn’t move, he let out an exasperated sigh and continued, “They were lying to you. I assure you, they will not come.”

“Okay, I am coming, but only because this sofa is so cold, and I really don’t want to be an addition to their patients’ list by catching cold,” she said while standing up from the sofa.

In a flurry of quick, determined steps, Millie ascended in Marcus’s bed. Without him needing to ask, her slender arms enveloped his strong waist. A warm smile made a room on his face. She nestled her head in his neck, resembling a koala clinging tightly to his body.

Marcus broke into a soft grin, captivated by her vulnerability beneath the folds of the bedsheet. Her proximity, while it filled him with a warmth that chased away sleep, also left a playful weight on his chest.