Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Leon took one last drag, snuffed out the cigarette, and retreated back to Lois’ room.

As dawn broke the next day, Millie was already stirring, rising before the sun had a chance to fully illuminate the day, all in a bid to complete her work. The sultry climes were too severe to comfortably labor under, hence her choice to greet the day with the chirping of the first birds. An emptiness echoed in her belly; breakfast hadn’t been served yet. Finding solace in the stillness of the hall, Millie opened a pack of chips, savoring each bite to ward off her morning hunger.

She had toiled since dawn, and at present, she felt a gnawing hunger.

Rhea, having made it a daily ritual, arrived to chat with Celeste. The pair huddled on the opposite sofa, their voices whispering a melody of friendly conversation.

With Millie’s tasks successfully accomplished, there was no room for Celeste to criticize her anymore.

Marcus descended the staircase, his presence commanding the room. Eschewing his usual formal attire, he donned a casual gray windbreaker. His phone was clasped in his hand as he sauntered towards the living room, his lean frame drawing the eye.

jolt through Millie, who, catching a glimpse of him, quickly averted her gaze and distracted herself with another crunchy

a wave of

awake,”

nod was Marcus’ response, yet his attention wasn’t on Rhea. Instead, he moved towards Millie, his

I instruct you to decline the wedding photo shooting?” he questioned, his voice resonating

the news of the wedding photo shooting date and requested that he make room in his schedule. The location

Millie had sorted it

left the room in

wrong way. Oh, she had almost let

a sheepish grin, Millie confessed, “I tried my best, but