Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Millie’s pallid countenance underwent a transient suspension. She had never introduced such a component into her drink.

Bruce, his hands nestled in his pockets, radiated an air of icy restraint, his gaze piercing and cool.

“A cursory exploration around the villa’s periphery has affirmed the existence of a tripterygium wilfordii near the pool’s fringe. It would be prudent to eschew cultivating such a noxious presence.”

The accessibility of such a venomous botanical specimen could feasibly be manipulated by malicious hands.

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Adjacent to the pool…

Millie retraced the footsteps and engagements of every individual prior to the incident. It resurfaced in her recollection that Rhea had ventured towards the poolside, lingering there momentarily.

It appeared that Rhea was the architect behind the extraction of the poisonous pollen, with its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited into the drink. A calculated maneuver, anticipating her own urge for refreshment in place of alcoholic indulgence.

Furthermore, not a single soul among the group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of conjuring a visage of the malevolent architect behind this deed.

By the bedside, Marcus stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a chilliness that sent tremors cascading down observers’ spines.

Assuredly, the doctor placated him, “Mr. Thomas, there’s no need for concern. The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system have been purged completely, and a night of repose will facilitate her convalescence.”

“Gratitude, doctor.” Upon receiving this proclamation, Marcus at last exhaled his apprehensions

After the physician’s departure, Bruce too elected not to prolong his presence, descending the stairs with celerity.

Sealing the door, Marcus approached Millie, securing a seat by her side. Her fragile demeanor bore down upon him, and within his gaze brewed a mélange of resentment and distress.

“Millie, I apologize. I failed in safeguarding you.”

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His hand extended, tenderly smoothing the tendrils of Millie’s hair, each motion infused with the gentlest of caresses.

When Millie faltered, her affliction mirrored in her collapse, and his heart plunged in tandem.

Each instance of Millie’s emotional oscillation between bliss and despair served as a taut tether to his own nerves. Beyond a shadow of doubt, a covert architect had orchestrated the infusion of the pollen into her Libation. Intuition naturally guided his assessment towards a conceivable culprit, his gaze metamorphosing into an even more intense conflagration of scrutiny.

Within Millie’s heart, a gentle warmth kindled. During her periods of frailty in the past, solitude had often been her unwelccompanion Yet now, the presence of someone at her side had unfurled a quilt of solace and consolation.

Gently, Millie guided Marcus’ hand downward, enveloping it in a reassuring embrace. She sensed her vitality being restored; the agony that once threatened her resolve was now relegated to a distant memory.

“Darling, I am well now. You can venture downstairs and join the company,” Millie tenderly offered. “The assembly has already dispersed.”

In the wake of the physician’s intervention, their associates demonstrated the courtesy to withdraw, allowing Millie the reprieve of convalescence.

Had they truly all departed? Millie’s paroxysms of discomfort had eclipsed her awareness.

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