Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

With a wine glass in hand, Mylo clinked glasses with Delmor, a note of wistfulness woven into his voice.

“Remarkable, this estate. Its grandeur is unrivaled, emanating a fragrance of blossoms that mingles with the opulence of the sprawling lawn. And that artificial beach with its azure expanse-it’s truly something to behold. My own wedding might just surpass this splendor.”

Delmor glanced sidelong at Mylo, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Your wedding? I might just beat you to it. It’s unusual to see you at such an event without a lady by your side. But perhaps it’s for the best, given the gravity of this occasion.”

Mylo’s gaze shifted towards a woman perched on a swing nearby.

“Then let’s make a pact-whoever finds himself walking down the aisle first wins.”

Delmor’s gaze followed the trajectory of Mylo’s stare, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

you genuinely serious

nonchalant flick of his wine glass marked Mylo’s response,

becomes my paramour, the road to marriage beckons. We share a similar social standing, and my investigations deem her an upstanding young

entrenched in political circle. You

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remained that even if marriage materialized, the allure

“How’s the progress, then?”

mulled over the question,

taken in a film together. A different bouquet of flowers graces her presence every day. I’ve adhered to a routine of timely text messages-morning, noon, and

gaze towards Mylo, squinting in a manner that

look. I haven’t won her

journey ahead. But