Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“Don’t worry. I’ll manage. If the bed proves too small, I’ll purchase a larger one tomorrow. I’m willing to give it a shot tonight,” he assured.

Millie found herself at a loss for words.

Marcus had fully embraced his audacious side, transforming into a mischievous rogue.

“Then it’s the sofa for you.” Millie’s words hung in the air as she retreated into the bedroom, securing the door behind her.

As Millie’s eyelids grew heavy with slumber, a presence found its place beside her on the bed, proving that Marcus’ earlier words held true—no door could thwart his intentions.

Unbeknownst to Millie, she drifted into sleep while sharing the bed with him.

the red wine on Millie clung to Marcus, a subtle reminder of the evening’s

Marcus’ hand embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his fingers brushing against the softness of her breast through the thin fabric that separated

between them, her soft skin was palpable beneath his touch. The intensity of his

was not unpleasant; rather, it held a captivating allure, akin to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he repeated the

entice him with their exposed allure. However,

racing to a boiling point, a sensation nearing eruption. He longed to seize her with a heightened fervor, to grasp her tenderly yet firmly. Yielding to his impulse, he pinched

Millie experienced a jolt of pain and a

figure lay by her side. An unbidden expletive escaped her lips, directed squarely at

sensed he had ventured into precarious territory. Hadn’t he exercised caution in

composure, Marcus remarked, “It was