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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 828
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A tingling sensation swept over her, akin to being tickled by ants. lo, thank you. I’m already full.”

“Experiencing sjitters?”

Millie shook her head. “No, it’s just a bit chilly. The night breeze has a hint of cold.” Millie averted her gaze, her eyes Lowered to evade the intensity of Marcus’ stare.

A gentle evening breeze lifted her hair, causing it to brush against her Lips.

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Marcus’ coat enveloped her, his deep gaze firmly on her. He sensed her heightened unease.

Yet his desire to possess her extended beyond her heart, encompassing her very form.

As the coat cocooned her, Millie experienced a comforting warmth. A trace of woodsy aroma lingered on his clothes—an intoxicating hint of men’s cologne.

Gently, Marcus brushed aside a stray strand of hair from the corner of Millie’s mouth, his thumb skimming her soft lips and triggering a delightful shiver through her frame.

“Shall we head back then?”

Marcus’ meaningful gaze bore into Millie.

He perceived in her a resemblance to a delicate kitten, simultaneously gentle and jittery—-an overwhelmingly endearing combination.

With her apricot-colored sweater, flowing black locks, and pristine white boots, bathed in the gentle glow of the streetlights, her skin seemed to emit an innate radiance.

He found himself consumed by the impulse to capture her tender, succulent lips right here on this bustling street.

“ALL right, let’s head back,“ Millie replied, her voice carrying a mixture of emotions.

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The car progressed along the road, but Millie noticed they weren’t heading toward her rented accommodation.

“Where are we going?” she inquired.

“You’ll find out soon. If you’re tired, you can take a nap,” Marcus responded.

His hand extended and interlocked with hers, his grip firm yet tender. His one-handed driving didn’t compromise his exceptional skill.

As the car ascended a winding mountain path, Millie observed the roadside Lights dwindling like scenes from a film.

Sensing Millie’s slight tension, Marcus loosened his grip, activating a soothing classical tune.

Gradually, Millie felt her body and mind relax.

“We’ve arrived,” Marcus announced.