Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Marcus took Millie’s hand, leading her toward the Porsche. Humphrey and Nancy clumsily exited the Jaguar, and all four found themselves standing beside the silver car.

Humphrey’s fists clenched in anger. Marcus had just rammed his car into the guardrail, the action feeling like a direct slap to his face.

With a challenging frown, Marcus lifted his chin and asked in a teasing manner, “Mr. Morgan, so you still want to try?”

Humphrey’s face tightened, his fist clenching as he looked ready for a fight. Without hesitation, he snapped, “Okay.”

He felt the need to redeem himself.

“What do you want to play? It’s up to you.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

a confident smile playing on his

problem. See you in South

rolling road surfaces, more than a hundred complex turns, and

get in the car.” Marcus opened the door

hand, her voice filled

really going to race with

and permitted no mistakes. Countless famed cars had met their end there. Some became legends, while others

racing enthusiasts and a

mistake could

her cheek a tender squeeze. His fury had ignited when he

restrained himself, he might have

to torment his cherished wife, and now Marcus sought