Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Marcus, a step ahead yet within her reach, spun around abruptly, and Millie found herself colliding with the fortress that was his chest.

“Oh…”

With a reflexive motion, Millie used her hand to extricate herself from his muscular armor, tilting her head upward to meet his gaze. Marcus’ eyebrows, previously at ease, arched upward.

“The woman you saw, Rylie, is Vincent’s wife,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of unshared secrets. “The fortunes of his family waned, and Vincent was sent to prison. My duty now is to safeguard her and her unborn child, to prevent Vincent’s soul from being tormented in his steel cage.”

He was elucidating the matter to her!

His unexpected and enlightening clarifications left Millie disoriented. There was an inexplicable magnetism to him, whenever she found herself in close proximity.

flush under his unwavering gaze, unprepared for the raw openness he displayed, guiding

cast downward, too intimidated to hold his

fingers snaking around her wrist

playing deaf to his words as she

“Millie.”

tightened. She had mastered

fists. Her

sorry. I misconstrued

he often taunted her without a trace of

he cornered her into this admission? As he contemplated, a sharp sound