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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 333
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Chapter 333

Chapter: 333 The girl in white froze. But it dawned on her that the gentleman wasn’t jesting. He was serious.

Reluctant to accept defeat, she edged closer to Marcus and pleaded, “Did | do something wrong? Please don’t be mad. I'll try harder.”

Her ton the wedding photography team hadn't been long. The job was daily toil and bitterness. She had long dreamt of aligning herself with a wealthy man to live a lavish lifestyle.

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She wasn’t ready to let go of this golden opportunity. Backing away, Marcus sternly commanded, “I said enough. Didn’t you hear me?” Sensing Marcus’ growing irritation, the girl wisely departed.

As she clutched the hem of her wedding dress, Millie approached, her wide eyes blazing with fury and her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Marcus tensed his lips and turned his gaze towards Millie, who stood glaring at him.

Even though he was justified, he felt remorse. He balled his fist and masked his discomfort. “Finished? Come, let's continue.”

Confused, Millie struggled to process his words. He was truly a master at humiliation.

“Do you really want to continue taking pictures with me? Maybe | should change out of this wedding dress and let someone else wear it. Why not invite the woman you love to pose with you?” Millie halted five meters away, her clenched fist shaking with rage.

She didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

Was she infuriated? She refused to take pictures with him.

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To everyone’s amazement, Marcus behaved like a perfect gentleman this time. He approached Millie, firmly held her waist, and looked at the photographer.

“Let's begin.”

Millie lowered her gaze. Through the thin fabric of her wedding dress, Marcus’ large hand clung to her petite waist, drawing her closer to him and sending heat coursing through her.

Speechless, Millie could only watch. The photographer lifted his camera.

However, Millie's smile was rigid, and discomfort washed over her. She was furious, recalling his actions when she called her grandmother.

Caught in a bind, the photographer lowered his camera and proposed a change of scene.