Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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With no exchange of words, Harlan departed with a stern countenance.

Only he understood that their conversation had shattered his composure.

He hadn’t initially believed the accounts of Mavis and Holden.

However, the servants’ dialogue prompted a change in perspective. He now entertained the notion that Mavis hadn’t betrayed Marcus’ predicament to the gangsters.

In the chilly night’s embrace, Harlan ascended a mountain peak.

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Leaning against his car door, he absorbed the piercing cold in silence.

Involuntarily, his thoughts wandered to the anguish Mavis must have endured during her punishment, and he pondered her current whereabouts and circumstances.

Abruptly, he withdrew an object from his pocket.

It was the very item that had tumbled onto his bed in the wake of Mavis’ departure in anger.

Illuminated by a bright light, the crimson anklet oscillated in his grip. He idly manipulated its chilly beads, reminiscing about the day when Mavis had seated herself upon his somber bed. Raising the edge of her dress, she exposed her leg, entreating him to fasten the red anklet around her ankle. Cheeks aflame, she had pledged herself to him, professing that he would be her chosen partner in days to come.

He sealed his eyes shut, conjuring an image of himself securing the anklet around her delicate ankle.

As he opened his eyes, only the mountain’s peak greeted his gaze.

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Yet within, he sensed an intangible red anklet enveloping his heart.

On Saturday morning, Millie gathered the documents she needed and was on her way to the company when Marcus intercepted her.

“Honey, touch my forehead. Is my fever still there?” Marcus asked.

Millie was determined to go to work on Saturday. Naturally, Marcus opposed, thinking she merely wanted to avoid spending twith him.

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Since he was the boss and didn’t work on weekends, he wouldn’t let her work either.

“You’re still warm. Stay hand rest,” Millie told him, feeling his forehead.

When she had risen early that morning, Marcus had clung to her, distracting her from thoughts of work.

She needed to refine the Swan series at work. Now, with Marcus attached to her, it was impossible to concentrate.

Seeking inspiration, she retreated to the study and began to read a magazine, but Marcus soon followed, wrapping his arms around her.

“The medicine won’t help unless you’re here. Please, stay hwith your husband. Don’t leave,” he pleaded.

Marcus’ face clouded with displeasure.

The weather was beautiful, and they had the whole weekend to lazily enjoy the house and soak up the sun. It looked like it would be a comfortable afternoon.

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