Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Delmor, tending to the sizzling chicken wings, declared, “The wings are ready. Someone should rouse our companions.”

As Mylo contemplated Marcus’s cautionary words, he shook his head, musing, “Perhaps we should savor the fruits of our labor ourselves.

I harbor no desire to be held captive by Marcus’s threats.”

The prospect of Barrett Group’s stock plummeting tomorrow didn’t sit well with him.

Sporting a grin, Delmor set aside his grilling implements and rapped on the cabin door.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Time to rise and shine. The feast is cooked to perfection.”

tenderly stirred the woman

time to

met by a pair of irresistibly sensuous lips. She leaned in and planted a kiss, then bashfully nestled into

midst of his disbelief, Marcus closed the distance to Millie with a threatening edge

in your recline, I fear my self-control may slip

her slumber, moving with a deliberate pace as she dressed and

an efficiency that was nothing short of impressive, swiftly concluded his own preparations and

to take a look at things. Join me when you’re ready,”

a

Millie. Sleeping past noon was a

out, Mylo, the epitome of disdainful

of his tongue, “Tsk,