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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Chapter 342

Chapter: 342

The strange man was studying her as she tidied up the room, much to her discomfort.

Marcus, on the other hand, did not look at her again. Millie bit her lower lip as she wondered when the man chere. When she glanced into the study earlier, Marcus was alone.

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Millie turned to Harlan and examined him. Up close, the man was far more ripped than she had originally thought, and he was strikingly attractive with his bronzed complexion.

Because he was only wearing a T-shirt, his toned arms and the long, hideous scar on one of them were on full display. Millie estimated that the scar was at least twenty centimetres long.

She continued to study Harlan, causing Marcus to frown in disapproval.

“Stop staring. Get back to work.”

Upon hearing that, Millie immediately tore her gaze away from Harlan. She walked to the curtain and opened it to let slight and air into the room. The place was stuffy from the lack of ventilation. She could not fathom how the two men managed to stay there.

Next, Millie started mopping the floor.

It was then that Harlan decided to break the silence. “Marcus, are all of your servants this good-looking? She’s too pretty to be a maid.”

Marcus reclined in his seat, resting his arms on the armrests. He glanced at the woman mopping the floor. Millie, unlike the other servants, looked great in her maid’s uniform.

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She would probably still look stunning even if she wore rags. Why was the woman still doing household chores, though? Celeste was really treating her like a maid. Marcus withdrew his gaze from Millie and turned to Harlan. “When did you becso superficial?”

Harlan chuckled. “I really envy you sometimes, Marcus. At least you didn’t have to stay in that boring place.”

The corners of Marcus’ lips twitched into a smirk. “Do you regret your decision now?”

With that, the conversation between the two stopped. Millie finished mopping the floor and went to the table in the middle of the room. She pointed her slender finger at the wine glass and asked, “Are you still going to use this wine glass?”

There were wine stains in the glass, and the bottles were empty, so Millie assumed they were already done drinking. “Take it away,” Harlan said. When Millie grabbed the glass, she noticed the droplets of wine on the table.

She frowned at the strewn papers on it. She had never seen Marcus’ study so disorganized.