Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Marcus approached the scene with a blend of puzzlement and relief painted across his demeanor. While his puzzlement lingered, the prospect of resolution eased him.

Sensing his approach, Millie averted her gaze, turned on her heel, and began her departure.

The discord born of misunderstanding had been rectified, and Celeste’s initial appetite, lost in the turmoil, found a substitute in the delectable aroma of the sweet soup. Raising the bowl, she took a tentative sip.

However, as the spoon touched her lips, a sharp pain pierced her throat, a foreign object lodging itself therein.

The abrupt sound of retching echoed, followed by the telltale clatter of the bowl striking the floor.

“Madam, what’s amiss?” Bria’s timely presence intervened.

widened, a trembling finger directed

aback, lunged forward. “What’s wrong? Are

a forceful grip yanked her

“Step aside.”

authoritative order followed. “Summon the

Millie stood stupefied.

Marcus’ voice resonated with stern reproach. “Millie, your obstinacy is quite a force. You came to extend an apology,

that his prior admonition had

her voice marked with incredulity. “I don’t understand why there are fish bones here. I did not put

now. This soup emerged from your hands, and yet you claim innocence regarding the fish bones? Your malice is unmistakable. How could you

censure landed squarely