Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Marcus, having wiped the dampness from his visage, discerned her shyness and her artful evasion.

Patiently, he dispensed a dollop of white body wash, massaging it over his skin.

“Retrieve the set you laundered for me two days ago. You recollect its placement, I presume?”

Recollections of the episode wherein she laundered his undergarment swamped her, exacerbating her discomfort. A flush suffused her soft countenance.

“Swiftly now. I’m nearly concluded.”

Millie’s protestations endured, her throat clearing as she ventured, “Perhaps you could don the bathrobe instead.”

Despite traversing the breadth of intimate experiences, Millie’s conservative disposition prevailed. A candid display remained beyond her realm.

bathroom,

you absolutely resolved on

the word “resolved” with marked emphasis. Millie blinked,

the doorknob beckoned. Millie

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yet. Let me

the consideration of footwear. Bare feet met the plush carpet’s embrace as

dark -hued undergarment, she cradled its supple fabric, her palm radiating warmth. The lingering essence of lavender compounded her blush- inducing unease. With nervous steps,

crack the door

glass door swung ajar, revealing the spectacle of his finely sculpted six-pack abs. The sight was undeniably tantalizing. Millie, compelled to avert her gaze, shielded her eyes and murmured, “Didn’t I ask you to

attempt to cover her vision, and he

just had a thorough Look at me. Why