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.”

hearing Delmor’s call, Marcus tenderly stirred the woman

it’s time

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

distance to Millie with a threatening edge to his

fear my self-control may slip and an

pace as she dressed and

impressive, swiftly concluded his own preparations and approached

to take a look at things. Join me

response was a

completing her preparations and emerging from the room, a hint of self-consciousness washed over Millie. Sleeping past noon was a luxury that a traditional family would likely never

out, Mylo, the epitome of disdainful intent, happened

couldn’t help but exclaim with a click of his tongue, “Tsk, do you even know what time