Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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“Look atnow. My appearance displeases, does it not? By resting next door, my unappealing countenance won’t vex your sight. The physician said it would take days to recover.”

In the face of Millie’s forlorn and inquiring eyes, Marcus underwent a sudden enlightenment.

She believed he harbored an aversion to her ruddy and pimpled complexion.

Tenderly, Marcus reassured her in a hushed voice, “Your appearance doesn’t trouble me. Let go of the quilt and get srest.”

Astonishingly, it seemed that Millie’s assumption was misguided. Marcus was unaffected by her appearance. Passing her, he deposited a glass of milk on the nightstand.

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“Conssmilk before sleeping. It aids in restfulness.”

Within Millie, a warmth blossomed as she realized that she had misunderstood him. He hadn’t recoiled; rather, he had procured milk from the kitchen, a gesture steeped in care.

Millie stowed the quilt back into the wardrobe, closing the distance between herself and Marcus, her voice a soft inquiry.

“Darling, are you truly unaffected by my appearance?” She pondered his habitually immaculate attire, believing her present countenance might discomfort him.

“In the event of an allergy happening to me, would you recoil and relegateto the guest room?” Marcus locked eyes with her, seeking truth in her gaze.

She wouldn’t. True love entailed sharing every facet of life, embracing both the triumphs and the tribulations, appearance included.

“Honey, I love you.”

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In Millie’s crystal eyes, a radiant smile took form.

Marcus prompted, “Go and have smilk.”

After imbibing the milk, Millie nestled into bed. Amidst dreams, she found herself enveloped in a firm embrace.

Observing Millie’s peaceful slumber, Marcus’ gaze shifted downward, tenderly lifting the hem of her clothing, revealing an unexpected sight. Pimples of the sfiery hue adorned her skin.

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His furrowed brow wasn’t born of disgust but of compassion. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair.

As dawn broke, Millie awoke, her arm the subject of her immediate scrutiny.

Alas, no miraculous vanishing of red pimples had occurred.

A message requesting leave was swiftly composed and dispatched to Rosie.

Seated at the breakfast table, a pall of despondency hung over Millie.

Hindered by office attendance, she now faced a day of remote design work. A waiting client added urgency to her tasks.

“Rest well at home. I’m off to the office.” Marcus checked his watch.

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