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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Chapter 166

Chapter: 166

“No, | don’t. | work at an academy. This is actually my hometown, and I’ve returned for vacation,” Patrick replied, skillfully moving from one tree trunk to another.

Millie’s assumption was incorrect. “You are very kind.” “What?” Millie wondered if she had misheard.

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Patrick shrugged, his smile radiating warmth like sunshine. “You sacrifice your nap tand endure the consequences of tanning to gather oranges for the children at welfare houses. How can you not be kind?”

Was she receiving praise? Millie blushed, feeling both warmth and discomfort. On one hand, she felt the heat on her cheeks from the sunbum; on the other hand, she wasn’t accustomed to being praised.

She had grown up amidst various accusations and criticisms. It was strange for someone to suddenly praise her.

“You're not bad either. Not only are you helpinggather oranges, but you also want to gather more for welfare houses.” Patrick responded with a smile.

Soon, with their joint efforts, the basket was filled with oranges.

“Tl carry it for you. You can take a rest,” Patrick offered, jumping off the tree, picking up the basket of oranges from the ground, and hoisting it onto his shoulder as he headed towards the farm.

“No, thanks. | can manage it by myself,” Millie replied. “Just rest. Are you afraid that I'll damage your oranges?”

Millie touched her neck, wondering why he was so warm-hearted. When he returned, she should tell him her name. He helped her gather and transport the oranges, displaying such kindness.

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As Patrick returned, the staff from the Thomas Group arrived. They had all awakened and cto gather oranges.

“You're back again?” Millie was puzzled.

“Let's go together. You can insist. Do you think I, as a man, would be afraid of getting tired?” Patrick furrowed his brow. Suddenly, he plucked a large orange from above his head and handed it to Millie.

“Take a look at this orange. It’s exceptionally big. I’m sure it has remarkable genes.”

Millie accepted the orange and examined it. It was heavy and indeed quite large.

On a whim, Millie asked, “Is this orange mutated? Maybe it’s a grapefruit.”

“you have an interesting mind. But here’s sgood news for you: one day, an orange will grow as big as a grapefruit,” Patrick remarked.

Millie bit her lower lip. “What? How can an orange grow to the size of a grapefruit?”