Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

She sat down beside Harlan, extending her delicate ankle, indicating for him to fasten the anklet.

Harlan’s expression remained unyielding. An anklet?

He knew women liked to wear ornaments on their necks and wrists, but tying something around an ankle was new to him.

He found it baffling and somewhat distasteful.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

Blushing, Mavis elaborated.

“Because if you fasten the anklet around my ankle yourself, it means you’ve trapped me, and I’m yours. You can only like me.”

L A ‘s L I B R

Harlan stood up, his face stern, threw the red rope at her, and stalked to the

do it. I don’t have any interest in women. Don’t make me do such peculiar things. And

slight sting. But what truly ached was her heart, and her eyes

You said you don’t like any

spun around, his eyes

“Shut up!”

say another

around, she had already gone. He retrieved the gun from under the pillow and resumed

wandered along the road. Out of nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. As she turned, a

damp, forsaken house, Mavis was backed into a

What are you doing? I don’t know