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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Chapter 539

Could Marcus’ concern truly be directed at Millie to such an extent?

“Well, that’s why I’m plagued by concern.”

Rhea interjected, quelling the rising tide of Brenna’s anxiety, “You're overanalyzing.

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He made a statement, but he won't have the leisure to delve into the matter.”

She was confident in her assertion. After all, it was an incident that transpired several years ago. It likely bolstered Marcus’ suspicions surrounding Millie.

After Brenna’s departure, Analia approached, her inquiry posed with curiosity.

“What's our next move?”

“Our next step involves informing Patrick that Millie’s existence within the Thomas household is one fraught with misery, a realm where she is relentlessly subjected to maltreatment.”

The nPatrick was not unfamiliar to Analia, having been mentioned by Rhea before. “Are you attempting to sow seeds of misunderstanding, making Marcus believe an affair occurred between Millie and Patrick?” “Indeed, Patrick undoubtedly holds a penchant for Millie. With knowledge of her distress, he’s bound to extend his support.”

Continuing her discourse, Rhea proposed, “I’m growing weary of this locale. Let’s venture outdoors and partake in some invigorating air.”

“Are you certain it’s wise to venture outside in your current state?” Analia queried, perplexed by Rhea’s desire to venture outdoors while still convalescing.

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“Absolutely. You can drive. We're off to find Millie.”

In the aisles of a supermarket, Millie was engrossed in selecting provisions.

Her grandmother’s health had been waning, with each day more precarious than the last. Tonic remedies were necessary.

She procured a plump fish, intending to fashion a revitalizing soup for her ailing grandmother. Accompanied by various other essential groceries, she exited the supermarket.

With the weighty grocery bag in her grasp, Millie halted her steps, entranced by the shop’s display of models.

One mannequin was attired in a windbreaker. Millie mused, scratching her chin, momentarily envisioning Marcus adorned in the stylish garment.

No doubt, the windbreaker would flatter his form, enhancing his already impressive looks.

‘An attentive shop assistant noticed Millie’s extended contemplation and approached, her smile the embodiment of hospitality.