Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Back within their abode, Millie beseeched Marcus to seek repose. She then deftly secured her hair, stowed away their acquisitions, and selected a crystalline vase to house the lilies, adorning them with water.

A trace of a smile adorned Millie’s lips as she inhaled their fragrant offering.

Turning, her gaze encountered Marcus standing aloft the balustrade, his regard serene as he watched her with an air of quiet fascination.

With a beckoning finger, Marcus summoned her, beckoning Millie upward.

Initially intending to adjourn to the kitchen for some soup preparation after arranging the blooms, Millie now diverted her course, ascending as summoned.

“What calls for my presence? Did I not urge you to rest?”

Observing him with a ruddy countenance, she might have believed his recovery was complete were it not for his lingering warmth.

with a casual grace, a few tendrils gracing her neck,

seemed to

gentle grasp, Marcus guided Millie

me and

N G E L A ‘s L

invitingly, a silent encouragement for

rest, my love. I must

determination, scooping Millie into his embrace, discarding her slippers, and commencing the laborious task of unfastening his

outweighs the privilege of sharing this

convalesce; my aim is to nourish

her hair, poised on the cusp

hands finding purchase at her waist as his expression elongated