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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Chapter 347

Chapter: 347

The mystery of waking up in bed puzzled her. The last tthis happened, she suspected sleepwalking. However, since it never recurred, she

brushed it off.

Why was she encountering such a strange phenomenon now?

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“Pm not sure,” Marcus responded calmly. “But as far as | recall, you were sleeping on the sofa last night.”

As Marcus spoke, Millie scrutinized his expression, hoping to catch him ina

What if he was the one who moved her to the bed? Although she thought the probability of that was

As expected, she found no signs of deceit. Quickly, she nodded in agreement. “Yes, that’s what | remember as well.” She was trying to diffuse the awkwardness. Marcus, the orchestrator of all this, found her serious demeanor amusing.

She noticed his gaze on her arms and felt embarrassed. She was still clinging to his neck. She immediately let go and moved away.

“| might have sleepwalked. | meant no disrespect. | wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.”

Marcus wanted to laugh when he saw Millie’s desperate attempts to justify her actions as sleepwalking.

“Okay,” he responded.

Marcus couldn’t take his eyes off Millie’s delicate figure. He could feel a surge of desire within him.

Her pink nightgown hung lightly on her body. Did she genuinely believe he could resist her charms all the time? Even now, she was dressed in such an enticing gown.

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Though the nightgown was modest, with its hem reaching below her knees and its straps enveloping her shoulders to hide her chest, even the sight of her bare, slender arms stirred his desire.

Millie rose from the bed. The sight of her delicate back and her bare feet treading on the silk quilt was almost intoxicating.

Millie went to the cloakroom, shrugging off her nightwear and transforming herself into her chosen daywear.

Marcus rose up, his gaze narrowed. He, too, morphed his sleep attire into something more fitting for the daylight hours.

Once dressed, Millie intended to descend the stairs, yet a lingering memory of the man from the previous night halted her in her tracks. “Who was the man from last night?” she mused aloud. “His abrupt emergence puzzles me.”

Marcus paused in his tie-knotting ritual, his eyes throwing cautioning daggers at Millie. “Prying into the unknown could invite nothing good to you.”