Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Amid the dancing candlelight, darkness enveloped the space. Positioned across from one another, their luminous gazes locked in an unspoken connection. Fragrant gustatory aromas wove a subtle tapestry, an essence of chemistry seeming to unfurl between them.

Nervously, Millie gripped the knife and fork, delicately beginning her incision into the steak.

Within the confines of her own abode, the steak prepared by her own hands, an unexpected feeling overcher – as if she were a guest in her own domain, her restlessness palpable.

Her desire for a modest steak had morphed into an unexpectedly formal affair.

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Employing his fork adeptly, Marcus swiftly partitioned the steak into uniform portions and placed them before Millie.

Amid this intricate ballet of emotions, Millie was left speechless, her thoughts silenced by the overwhelming sequence of events.

In the wake of Millie’s pause, she seized a morsel of steak, sliding it into her mouth and savoring its flavors in silence, an acknowledgement of its culinary excellence.

Gently placing his fork aside, Marcus lifted a glass brimming with red liquid and spoke.

“Savor the red wine. Its potency is mild; intoxication won’t ensnare you.”

Within the glass, the red wine displayed a beguiling haze, its allure undeniable. Its sweet flavor added to its charm.

Embracing audacity, Millie opted for enjoyment. Lifting the glass, she sipped, savoring the sweetness that enveloped her palate.

The wine proved truly delightful, lacking any hint of intoxication.

Following the meal’s conclusion, Millie restored order to the kitchen before immersing herself in design within her study, secluded by locked doors. Emerging later, she realized Marcus showed no inclination to depart.

Her reminder echoed, “It’s tfor your departure. I’m retiring for the night.”

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Seated upon the sofa, Marcus remained fixated on the nightly news, motionless.

“Our shared slumber isn’t unprecedented. Tonight, this shall be my resting place,” he declared.

Leaving was an unattainable feat. Tonight, he resolved to stay, eschewing the frigid bed that seemed to sap warmth from his bones.

Swiveling his gaze towards Millie, he spoke. “Since our marriage, we’ve inhabited the villa, yet our moments together remain unexplored. Given your stay here, tonight it’s solely you and I.” Who would willingly be alone with him tonight? Millie grappled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Impossible; there’s only one bed here, and it’s quite compact. It’s unfit for you to sleep on,” Millie asserted.

How could this man exhibit such audacious shamelessness now?

“We can manage a bit of tight space.”

“It’s not comfortable. Perhaps you should return.”

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