Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

On the golf course, Marcus suspiciously put away his phone. It was the first time Millie had ever called to inquire about his location.

The supplier beside him smiled and shook his head, as if understanding the whole situation.

“Mr. Thomas, I was going to suggest we get massages and unwind after the game. But it seems that Mrs. Thomas might not be pleased with that idea,” the supplier hinted.

Derek, who stood nearby, surmised that these massages might involve some unsavory company.

“Let’s continue,” Marcus said, tactfully changing the subject as he picked up his golf club.

Though he had an injury and couldn’t play golf to his full potential, the supplier never dared to make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, he continually complimented him.

The supplier struck the ball with skill.

looked up, enjoying the beautiful weather. He wished Millie were there. He could imagine holding her hand, walking together on the

golden sunlight, his tall figure stood out. The caddie nearby couldn’t help

design department, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. She found new energy

was

approached Nancy,

you show me

inactivity lately had confused

have to wait

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to make sure all would go smoothly. She didn’t want to risk everything only to end up empty-handed, especially

as she watched Millie leave for the day, Nancy called Mrs.

available tonight? I reserved a table at a restaurant and ordered an array of Italian