Chapter 13
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter: 13
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes inwardly. She ran her fingers through her hair before opening the bottle of hand
cream. As she rubbed the cream in her hands, she pretended that his words did not affect her.
Marcus was still watching her.
âThat nasty scar on your face wonât go away no matter how well you treat your hands, stupid woman.â
Millieâs fury, which had been ebbing, returned.
âSo what if | like taking care of my hands? It makes me happy. Whatâs wrong with that?â
âThatâs merely a temporary fix. It doesnât eliminate the issue entirely, which is your face.â
âTlike doing it.â
Marcus was taken aback by her response.
Millie bit her lower lip. She absolutely could not Jet a man she barely knew hurt her in any way.
After saying that, Millie went to the bed, pulled up the comforter, and lay down.
Marcus's hands clenched into fists. The woman was not only shameless and vicious, but she also had a sharp tongue.
Millie was worried about getting hand cream on the bedding, so she did not tuck them under the comforter and let them dry in the
air. Her hands looked much paler and gentler under the bright light.
Something flickered in Marcusâs eyes. He had never seen such pale and dainty hands.
By the time Marcus emerged from the shower, robed and with wet hair, Millie was already fast asleep.
Only then did he realize that she was on his bed, leaving him with nowhere to sleep. He could not possibly share a bed with the
hideous-looking woman.
Despite his frustration, he made his way over to Millie, and he was surprised to see how peaceful and sweet she looked as she
slept. It was such a calming sight.
The parts of her face not hidden by the mask were flawless. Her long eyelashes resembled the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and
her forehead was smooth and gleaming.
Marcus was about to pick up the sleeping Millie, but he stopped when he also realized how fragile she looked.
His mind rushed back to what happened in the living room when Millie was about to take her mask off. Did her face under that
mask truly match the ugliness of her malicious heart? Every part of her that she chose to display was beautiful.
Unable to stop his curiosity, Marcusâs hand slowly reached for Millieâs mask.
For some reason, the closer his hand got, the more wildly it trembled. When exactly he had become so indecisive, he had no
idea.
His hand was on Millieâs mask now, poised to remove it in one swift motion. ©