Chapter 242
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Millie subtly bit her lower lip before retorting, âI donât concern myself with anyone but my grandma.â
âYou stubborn girl.â Grandma turned to Marcus again. âYou must understand that Millie has a natural inclination for caring others.
She has a kind soul. Sheâs just adjusting to her new environment with the Thomas family, and itâs not yet evident.
âGrandma,â Millie interjected, signaling her grandmother to refrain from further selling her virtues, as it was futile.
âAll right, fine. | wonât sing your praises anymore. Every time | do, you seem to become uncomfortable.â
Millie prepared a cup of tea and gently offered it to Marcus. However, as he took the cup, his hand warmly enveloped her
delicate one.
Startled, Millie perceived this overtly bold manâs daytime audacity in her grandmotherâs hospital room.
She tried to pull away, but to no avail.
Millie whispered, her heartbeat racing, âWhat are you doing? Release me.â
âAre you embarrassed?â Marcus quirked an eyebrow.
Millieâs hand was not just attractive; it also felt incredibly soft and delicate.
âahem...â Millie discreetly coughed and promptly used her body as a barrier to shield their interaction from her grandmotherâs
view.
What was this manâs problem? Why did he choose to tease her in front of her grandmother? Millie pursed her lips, condemning
his lack of moral compass.
âMillie, bring him tea and take a seat next to him. Don't loiter in front of him.â
Grandma offered her advice.
âYes, grandma.â Millie, feeling aggrieved, wondered how her grandmother could be so oblivious.
Marcus, lowering his tone, commented, âYou've been a vegetable vendor since your youth. Yet, your hands are still so supple?â
âIt's none of your concern,â Millie grumbled discontentedly.
âThe condition of my wifeâs hands isnât my business?â
âyou never treated it seriously. Our marriage is merely on paper.â
Marcus frowned. Millie responded so hastily, with no consideration and no emotional involvement. randma & Bracelet
âBehave yourself, and I'll let you go.â
A question mark appeared in Millieâs mind, pondering what exactly âbehaving wellâ entailed.