Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“Hello, Sir Bruce! What’s that you’re carrying?” The gardener stopped trimming plants to greet and smile at Bruce.

Bruce was a happy-go-lucky and open-minded guy who never put on any of the pretenses that sometimes came with being a privileged heir. Even the gardener felt at ease enough to joke around with him.

“This is a wonderful supplement that offers excellent sustenance, especially for us men,” Bruce explained enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you go to the backyard and tend to the flowers and plants there? I’ll take care of things here,” Millie interrupted in a hurry.

The gardener stared at the two of them in bewilderment for a time before he began to put away his tools and moved to the backyard.

“T’ll leave you two to talk, then.”

lowered her head and continued working, having no intention of addressing Bruce’s presence. The man was insane. Otherwise, he would not discuss such a scandalous

why aren’t you talking to me? Who told you to do

head lowered, Millie inwardly responded, “I don’t want

Marcus fishing by the pond. He waved at him and held

I brought some

to look in their direction, Millie’s face flushed in embarrassment. Hissing, she swatted down Bruce’s

you hit

her forehead.

frowned. “Forget about me. What are you doing here? Why are you trimming plants? You shouldn’t be doing

cheek. Had she really been out in the sun for that long? She should wear a hat tomorrow. Too much sun exposure