Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter: 362

The moment was broken, and she sought sanctuary, burying her face in Marcus’ chest. The sky opened up, and the snow began to fall once more, filling the world with its silence. Derek, a statue at the hotel’s entrance, almost reached with an umbrella in his hand but wisely chose to withdraw.

With steady hands, Marcus carried Millie through the snowy twilight toward the glowing beacon that was the hotel.

The world fell away, and it seemed as though they were the only two souls left in existence.

Reaching out, Millie caught a snowflake, watching it melt slowly on her palm, like a fleeting moment of pure wonder.

Marcus carried her all the way back to their hotel room, laying her down on the vast bed. A blush blossomed on Millie’s cheeks, and her eyes filled with innocent confusion.

he carry her

rest here,” Marcus said, his voice gentle. “Dinner will be served in your room. I have an

a towel and wiped his body, preparing to meet a

let out a relieved sigh. She bounced off the bed, tumed on the TV,

a sweet soap opera filled with romance, and her eyes caught a glimpse of a bottle of red wine on the tea table. A quick sniff, a

wine, a gift from the room as she believed, would have been a shame to

liquid warmth spread through

in bed, she settled into a rhythm of watching, munching, and sipping,

wine soon caught up with her. A flush crept up her face, and a sudden heat overtook

breath, Millie realized she was succumbing to the delayed potency of the wine. Lying down, she tried to sleep it off but found herself too restless and too hot. In a haze, she stumbled out of the

and she nearly