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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Chapter 161

Chapter: 161

Marcus seethed with anger. It turned out that Millie had used the perfnot because he had sent it but because she believed it had cfrom her best friend.

“How about this? How much did the perfcost? | will transfer the money to you.”

Millie felt a profound sense of embarrassment. She genuinely had no knowledge that Marcus had purchased the perfume. She abhorred taking advantage of others and presently felt remorseful.

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Nevertheless, the perfhe had chosen was truly exceptional. Perhaps he had intended it for sother woman.

Millie retrieved her phone, gloomy in demeanor.

She wanted to transfer the money to him? Marcus was livid. Millie had genuinely enraged him.

“Disregard it. A change of heart has befallen me. | shall withhold the transfer,”

Millie proclaimed, tucking away her phone abruptly.

“Have you finally cto your senses?” Marcus quipped, a slight raise of his eyebrow betraying his amusement.

“After thorough deliberation,” Millie retorted, “I have resolved to procure another bottle of the sperfand return it to you.”

A dark cloud overshadowed Marcus’ countenance, and his hand clenched tightly at his side. This woman was unquestionably issuing him a challenge.

Yet Millie appeared oblivious to Marcus’ reaction, continuing with a sour tone, “For whom did you purchase this fragrance? Your dear Rhea? How considerate you are, even remembering to acquire perffor her.”

“Millie, you possess a remarkable ability to employ words as instruments of provocation.” Marcus struggled to contain the sudden surge of anger welling within him.

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However, the burden bectoo heavy to bear, and Marcus comered Millie against the railing. “What is your intention?” Anxiety consumed Millie as she found herself ensnared within the confines of the limited space.

Marcus raised his hand and firmly grasped Millie’s chin, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

Millie attempted to slap away the hand clutching her chin, but her efforts proved futile.

Confounded by Marcus’ sudden ire, Millie struggled to comprehend what had triggered such a reaction.

Her chin was forcibly elevated, and Millie found herself tiptoeing, feeling entirely out of control.

Within Marcus’ dark pupils, Millie beheld a distorted reflection of herself, akin to a pitiable little clown.

“Do you recall the twe engaged in the dice gat the bar? Have you forgotten the soreness that consumed your legs?”

That familiar sense of shsurged within Millie, instantly enveloping her face in blazing heat and causing her legs to quiver ever so slightly.