Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“Are you truly intending to drive me to work?” Millie’s words were tentative, seeking affirmation.

Fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, Marcus confirmed, “I made a promise yesterday to drive you to work. But you took off before I had the chance. Consider this as me making amends.”

Observing Marcus’ arrogant demeanor, Millie emitted a soft sigh. It struck her as remarkable that he managed to recall the events of the prior day.

Millie circumvented the vehicle’s front and settled into it.

Under Rhea’s covetous stare, the car audaciously surged through the villa’s grand gates.

Catching a fleeting view of Millie’s petite abdomen, Marcus registered her attire for the day—a pristine white T-shirt, radiating an aura of purity and naiveté. Though her bosom showed a tender contour, her stomach seemed hollow and flat.

stare, Millie started to feel ill-at-ease in the tranquil setting. She redirected her gaze to the scenery outside, offering Marcus a delicate, alluring

observed that whenever Millie accompanied him in

immense charm seemed to leave no impression on

perplexing enigma. It was a reality that she had stepped into Mia’s shoes to marry

that his attention had shifted away from her, and she cleared her throat

Regardless of your faith in me, I tried my hardest to dissuade Grandma from taking them. Alas, I was not victorious. You may

had given it her all. But she had never anticipated that no one would value

ability to pierce through all facades. It seemed to Millie that no matter how cautious she was, she could not keep

squinted slightly, and his countenance turned grave. Millie was convinced that he still

with grievances, stirred up a sense of vexation within Marcus. He was also aware that his grandmother had an exceptionally challenging personality