Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Millie threw a quizzical look at Marcus, uncertain of his motives.

“Try some soup,” Marcus suggested, his tone steady.

In a moment of perplexity, Millie pondered why.

After a few seconds, she flashed a smile. “Well, the soup does look tempting. I’ll have some.”

Millie relished a bowl of soup. Although it wasn’t the fish she craved, she was aware that her choice would still be a thom in Rhea’s side.

Marcus pursed his lips. Millie was an odd one, continuing to eat the spicy fish even as her lips swelled.

wretched woman had bewitched Marcus. How she yearned

the tense situation, Millie savored her soup in tranquilly. Marcus, too, was indulging his appetite, serving

satiated, Millie leaned back in her chair, a sense of relaxation washing over her. She was

down his fork, his foot brushing

me upstairs. I need to discuss something with

watched Marcus

and jealousy swirling in Rhea’s eyes, Millie stood and

her to join

brief pause, the door swung open. Without warning, Millie’s wrist was seized, and she was

“ah”