Chapter 731
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
With that, Fiona hurried to the bathroom to change.
Leon clenched his hand inside his pocket when a sharp ache shot through him. She claimed to have
bought something, but she was empty-handed when she returned.
It was at this time that his assistant walked into the room.
âHere are the papers you asked for, sir.â
Putting the papers on the table, he whispered, âIâve actually been here for a while now. When I arrived
earlier, I realized that neither you nor Fiona were present. I asked the nurse, and she said that Fiona
hurriedly left the hospital after you did.â
The assistant was just outside when Fiona was spouting lies, so he heard everything.
Leon quickly picked up on what his assistant was implying. He brought a hand to massage his eyelids,
asking, âI take it you find her suspicious as well?â
The assistant raised a brow upon hearing the words âas well.â Did anyone else think Fiona was
suspicious?
âI think her all-too-convenient appearance is suspicious, sir. Weâve been looking for her for years, then
suddenly, she tums up on her own.â
Silence ensued for a few minutes. The assistant was about to leave when Leon spoke up again.
âGo and find out where she went earlier.â
As evening settled in, Millie stood before the mirror, noticing her face felt stiff as she moved her facial
muscles.
Ever since her grandmother became seriously ill, Millie seemed to lose the ability to laugh genuinely.
Anxiety replaced her sense of ease. She knew she couldnât go on like this.
Millie knew she couldnât go on living like this. She had to find the inner strength to face life bravely, with
hope and confidence. She needed to believe in herself as someone capable of overcoming any
obstacle.
Patting her face, she put on a bright smile that accentuated her beauty.
Quickly, Millie dialed Marcusâ number, who picked up at once.
Relief washed over her when he answered without delay.
âWill you be back for dinner tonight?â she asked, her eyes drifting to the grocery bags on the table.
âOf course, I will. Honey, what would you like to cook for dinner?â Marcus responded.
Honey?
âDid I agree to whip up a delicious meal tonight? I was merely asking if youâd be joining me. If not, Iâll
just prepare something for myself,â Millie told him.
A puzzling thought crossed her mind: How had Marcus seemed to know what she was thinking? Could
he somehow read her thoughts over the phone?