Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“We have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll leave after it concludes.”

Millie was taken aback. Despite his high fever, he insisted on conducting a meeting.

After Millie concluded her tidying, Marcus caught her wrist with his ivory fingers, imploring, “I have a throbbing headache. Could you give me a head massage?”

He recalled that Millie had massaged his head before. Her touch was soothing, easing his discomfort.

“Of course.” Millie agreed.

Marcus gently pulled her into his embrace.

“Could you sit on me while you massage?”

lithe fingers threaded through his abundant hair, one index finger applying

some of his discomfort. He even found himself thinking that enduring the fever

his illness, he found solace in cradling the person he held dear, savoring the delicate scent of her being, and relishing her

It occurred to him that he wouldn’t mind her massaging him like this more often in the

slightly, Marcus inadvertently brushed against her soft

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her cheeks tinged with a delicate flush. She pressed her lips together, striving to

“Feeling better?”

his senses ablaze. He couldn’t resist burying his head into the curve of Millie’s neck, his touch caressing her skin as

I yearn for is to lavish my affections upon my

into her, prompting her to shoulder a portion of his weight. Millie swallowed, a heat creeping onto her cheeks. What had he said? Her mind raced, but before she

away firmly. They were, after all, in the office, and Marcus was in the throes