Chapter 808
Chapter 808:
“Yes, I’m right here with you,” he responded with devotion, claiming her mouth once more while his heated palm pressed against her waist and pulled her impossibly closer.
Millie’s mouth curved into the faintest smile before she placed her hands against his chest, creating distance between their intertwined bodies. “We should stop now,” she whispered with exhausted finality.
But Myron’s voice carried honeyed persuasion as he murmured against her ear, “Millie, just once more—please p>
Millie felt the bone-deep weariness settling into her limbs, accompanied by a reluctance born from sheer physical exhaustion.
Myron’s palm traced gentle circles across her lower abdomen, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that sent shivers through her sensitized skin. “Millie, what if we created a child together p>
Millie’s entire body went rigid, and emotion clenched her throat like a vise. The devastating loss of her two precious children remained an open wound that never stopped bleeding.
She parted her lips, desperate to voice the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind, but the words remained trapped in her constricted throat.
She lifted her gaze to meet Myron’s eyes as he stared down at her, his expression overflowing with gentle adoration.
“Imagine how beautiful that would be, Millie,” he whispered with infinite tenderness. “A little one who belongs to both of us, created from our love p>
Millie’s nose burned with unshed tears, and her eyes turned crimson with grief.
“Myron,” she called his name once more, her voice breaking.
“Yes? Tell me what you’re thinking,” he responded with velvet softness.
“Fear… I may never be able to bear children again,” she confessed, each word cutting through her like shattered glass.
Myron did not offer an immediate response to her devastating admission. He had carried knowledge of her condition from the very beginning, the truth weighing heavy on his heart.
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His grip tightened possessively around Millie’s slender waist as fury blazed through his chest.
All of this devastating damage could be traced back to Brandon’s cruelty and neglect!
His heart churned with murderous hatred toward Brandon, intensifying his desperate need to erase every lingering trace of that monster’s destructive influence on her precious soul.
Jealousy and fierce possessiveness crashed through Myron’s chest like violent storms threatening to consume his sanity.
Yet he forced these consuming emotions into submission, claimed her lips in another gentle kiss, and whispered against her trembling mouth, “Millie, if we persist in our loving efforts, perhaps we can breathe life into this beautiful dream p>
He sealed this sacred promise with another tender, lingering kiss.
“I’ll dedicate every ounce of my strength to making this beautiful dream become our reality,” he pledged against her mouth.