Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Patrick nodded and proposed, “How about we grab a bite to eat? I’ll drive you back afterward.”

Millie declined, shaking her head. “I’m not hungry. I should head back.”

Avoiding proximity was essential; she could sense Patrick’s growing concem for her.

Yet, the moment Millie declared her lack of appetite, her stomach emitted an unexpected growl, abruptly plunging the atmosphere into an awkward tension.

During her earlier time at the hospital, gazing at her frail grandmother, Millie’s heart had been flooded with compassion, rendering her appetite nonexistent.

Teresa’s attempts to provide a meal had been met with a mere two bites before Millie relinquished the food.

inexplicably chose this inopportune moment to growl with a

extending the invitation once

a meal won’t take long. We finally crossed paths today. Who knows when.

most girls as bothersome and artificial. He now recognized that his previous disdain stemmed

be a friend of Millie’s. She asserted that Millie’s existence within the Thomas family was one of torment and oppression. Her status was akin to that of a lowly maid rather than

of challenges plagued her existence: an unsupportive mother-in-law, an

within him. A nagging

Patrick’s response was nonchalant.

concern. Millie and I are unrelated. You’ve approached the wrong

her, she’s at this hospital. Her grandmother is critically ill and confined here. Millie