Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Her gaze fell to the crab’s belly, swollen and pristine white. A delicate fissure revealed a glimpse of the golden treasures held within.

No longer preoccupied with imparting a lesson to the crab, Millie sighed softly.

“What a marvel it is to harbor thousands of little crabs within one womb

In an instant, Millie experienced a sense of déja vu, as if her words had echoed from a previous moment.

Recollection surged as Millie’s thoughts journeyed back to the previous night, when Marcus playfully mentioned her buttocks and the potential to bear many offspring. Strangely, she detected a shared undercurrent in these remarks, a logic that intertwined both instances. As this realization settled, Millie couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“What occupies your thoughts?” Marcus inquired, a mischievous Lilt in his voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Millie blushed, concealing her embarrassment with a shake of her head.

Millie’s ankle-a canvas of ivory and tenderness, graced by a conspicuous bloodstain that rendered the injury all the

salves at your disposal? It is imperative

with an ointment cradled in

into a seat beside her, his presence a reassuring anchor. Taking the ointment from her hand, his touch was as gentle as a whisper of wind on a summer’s day. Carefully, he guided her leg onto his lap, a gesture

Marcus whispered. He squeezed a small amount of the white ointment onto his fingertips. The coolness of the salve touched her skin

of injury?” Millie’s voice drifted, entranced by his gentleness. In such moments, she found herself consumed by affection

my skin will bear the markings of time, and my visage may lose its luster,” she

your mind? My heart is eternally devoted to you, my love, regardless of the passage of years or the

“Do you love me?”

question hung in the air, and her brow

I don’t hold affection