Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“I’m truly innocent. Loyalty to my friends has been a lifelong principle.”

In this moment, the server, adorned with a genial smile, arrived bearing an oval platter.

“Here you are, sir. The last dish you requested,” the waiter announced.

Yet the table seemed inadequate for the grandeur of the dish. To assist the waiter, Mavis opted to maneuver a pot of soup to a corner of the table. Crafted from earthenware, the pot was unexpectedly weighty. Moreover, her hand, still tender from a gunshot wound, struggled to provide the necessary strength.

A resounding crash punctuated the air as the pot met the floor, sending tendrils of soup in every direction.

“Careful!” The waiter’s warning carried genuine concern.

Without delay, Harlan seized her hand, appraising it with practiced thoroughness.

“Are you hurt?”

fine.” Mavis’ response

the injury beneath the folds of her

I’ll fetch a towel to

swabbed the table with

Angela’s Library

availed herself of the opportunity to

had already moved closer, his gaze tracing the

raised her eyes in apprehension of

Please return to your

to shield her vulnerabilities from

gunshot wound on your wrist. How did it