Chapter 921
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
âWhy return so late?â
âI was out shopping with Grace, and we ended up indulging in hot pot, hence the delay.â
She had optimistically assumed that Marcus would be working into the late hours, allowing her to slip
in.
However, Marcus sported an unwavering countenance, with disappointment evident in his eyes. The
office grapevine had painted Millie and Bruce with the same brush of suspicion. She was even in the
mood to venture out to revel in her own amusement.
As her spouse, why hadnât she explained the circumstances to him?
In the depths of his desolation, Marcus couldnât help but question if her devotion to him was somehow
lacking.
When Millie illuminated the room, its entirety was bathed in the glow, as if chasing away shadows of
doubt.
âDarling, have you dined?â
Millie detected the palpable tension and pondered if Marcusâ pique still lingered, fueled by the images
that had linked her to Bruce.
Marcus maintained a silence that spoke volumes.
âLove, why the silence? Is it because of the pictures? Please know that itâs not what it seems. I was
ensnared in a setup. Bruce and I were engaged in an innocuous chat; the snapshots were contrived
with ill intent.â
âDidnât I told you to keep a distance from other men?â With an arched brow,
Marcus interrogated with a glacial edge.
Millie offered her account.
âBut isnât he a member of our family? You two have always been on amicable terms.â
At the mere mention of Bruce, Marcusâ visage darkened instantly. They would go on separate ways
since then.
âMoving forward, ensure you keep a respectable distance from him.â Marcusâ tone carried the weight of
command.
He surmised that Millie was susceptible to Bruceâs influence, a vulnerability he couldnât afford to
overlook.
A slight pout adorned Millieâs lips. âHeâs a part of your lineage. I believe such precautions are
superfluous and, honestly, exhausting.â
Without offering further discourse, Marcus pivoted on his heel, ascending the staircase.
Befuddled, Millie remained stationary, her gaze trailing his ascent. Had her words inadvertently
wounded him?
Casting a glance at the dainty bag in her grasp, Millie retrieved the lighter and trailed after him.
Within the confines of the bedroom, Marcus unbuttoned the upper two of his shirtâs buttons and leaned
against the windowâs frame.