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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 1100
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“Well, I was fearful that you wouldn’t believe me, so I hesitated to tell you,” Millie confessed, nestling her head against Marcus’ chest.

The sensation of being trusted was comforting.

“After you’re released from the hospital, gather all the information regarding your design process. I’ll assemble the best legal team and reclaim your work,” Marcus declared, resolve in his voice. He could not stand idly by while someone robbed Millie of her hard-earned designs.

“Okay, I’ve retained all the design materials,” Millie assured him.

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She then turned her head and spotted someone at the doorway. The two figures were smiling peculiarly, prompting Millie to break away from Marcus’ embrace and whisper, “Your friends are here.”

“Ahem…”

Mylo, one hand nonchalantly in his pocket, strode into the room.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion. We intended to depart, but seeing as we’re already here, we must extend our well wishes to Millie.”

Millie’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at Marcus, questioning with her eyes why they were visiting.

“I merely mentioned that I was at the hospital. They likely assumed I was ill,” Marcus explained.

“If you had sent just one more message to tell us you were here taking care of Millie, we wouldn’t have barged in. We feared something had happened to you, so we rushed over.”

Marcus rose from the bed and took a seat on the sofa.

“You cempty-handed? How daring!”

“Millie looks pale. Perhaps we should donate sblood to her?” Mylo grinned, beginning to roll up his sleeves.

Millie directed their attention to the cabbeside the bed, smiling.

“There are fruits and cakes here. Help yourselves.”

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“Thank you.”

At that moment, a nurse entered, checked the remaining infusion liquid, glanced around the room, offered Delmor a smile, and exited.

Mylo’s eyes lingered on her retreating figure. Delmor handed him a banana, but Mylo was momentarily distracted.

“Caught your eye, has she?” Delmor teased.

Mylo lazily accepted the banana, smirking.

“A voluptuous figure and a slender waist. Quite appealing.”

Delmor sat down, peeling the banana, a smile playing on his lips.

“I know her. She was a classmate of mine. Though she’s ‘merely’ a nurse, she hails from a well-off family, and she’s fond of Bruce.”