Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

On the yielding bed, Millie was cradled, enveloped by a plush cloud. It was in this embrace that Marcus’ lips met hers, a passionate confluence of desires.

Amid their fervent kiss, his hand wandered into her tresses, a testament to his longing. The turmoil within him yearned for an answer—a resolution found in Millie’s very being.

In this dance of intimacy, she displayed an obedience akin to that of a compliant pup, an acknowledgment of the bond between them.

Eyes closed, Millie embraced the moment, her heart’s compass steering her toward truth. Love unfurled within her, and with an embrace of longing, she surrendered herself to his allure.

With each tender advance he made, her form would yield, surrendering to his proximity.

her arms, encircling his neck with a gentle

you,” Millie professed,

her back to that night by the riverside, where fireworks painted the

her own feelings, and in that moment, she felt akin to the blossoming

coursed through Marcus’ senses. Her words, akin to honeyed nectar, painted the tableau

through Millie’s hair,

yours. No mere liking, but a profound

a collision of four eyes that

your readiness,” Marcus murmured in her ear,

caress persisted, fingers entwined, as a tender declaration was deferred. Within the depths of Millie’s crimson gaze, his alluring lips drew near her ear, while his fingers found

he interjected, his