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.

on Millie clung to Marcus, a subtle reminder of the

with her waist, Marcus’ hand embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his fingers brushing against the softness of

palpable beneath his touch. The intensity of his reaction was undeniable; his restraint was slipping away, almost

held a captivating allure, akin to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he repeated the gentle contact, surrendering to a sensation

women intentionally flaunted their décolletage, aiming to entice him with their exposed allure.

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

experienced a jolt of pain and a pinch

by her side. An unbidden

sensed he had ventured into precarious territory. Hadn’t he exercised caution in his actions? Yet,

his unease with a facade of composure, Marcus remarked, “It was an inadvertent