Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Millie collected her materials and moved past Nancy.

“Millie, just who are you?” Nancy’s gaze bore into Millie’s retreating figure, the intensity palpable.

In terms of age, Millie fell short of Nancy’s standing, and in terms of industry influence, Nancy’s name reverberated throughout the realm of jewelry design.

How could Millie outshine her? Nancy’s mind raced, the puzzle of Millie’s ascendancy eluding her grasp.

“Nancy, instead of fixating on deciphering my identity, invest that energy into crafting exceptional designs.”

Nancy’s insatiable curiosity gnawed at her, yet Millie remained resolute in her determination to withhold her true identity. Letting Nancy languish in the throes of uncertainty seemed a fitting recompense.

Millie prolonged the mystery, an exasperation underscored by her sharp

your intent

undertone hung in the air, prompting Millie to pivot and arch

on stretching your patience, but I also relish the prospect of witnessing you

Millie’s brazenness

refrain from doing.

bravado, a futile attempt to assert dominance, swiftly segued into

for heightened caution moving forward, acknowledging Nancy’s capacity for

return home via taxi, Millie placated her growling stomach by embarking on a

on the table. A cursory glance at the time reinforced the anticipation of Marcus’ return,

her phone in hand, Millie settled onto the sofa, intent on dialing Marcus’ number. But just then, a message from Grace

“Millie, have you eaten?”