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.

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

joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his fingers brushing against the softness of her breast

beneath his touch. The intensity of his reaction

allure, akin to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he

décolletage, aiming to entice him with their exposed allure. However, these gestures only invoked a sense of distaste

within him, his blood 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,

slumber, Millie experienced a jolt of

figure lay by her side. An unbidden expletive escaped her

he exercised caution in

of composure, Marcus remarked, “It was