Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

They arrived at Rylie’s residential area just as Marcus’ phone rang.

It was Trenton, informing him that the overseas delegation had arrived at the company, requiring Marcus’ personal attention.

Upon hanging up, Millie, fully grasping the situation, said understandingly, “I’ll go up alone. I can take a taxi back later.

Focus on your work.”

“I’L call you when I’m finished. If you’re still here, I’ll come and pick you up,” Marcus offered.

“Okay,” Millie responded.

Before exiting the car, she reached into her bag and retrieved a small red cloth pouch, handing it to Marcus.

“Wait a moment; this is what I prayed for you at the temple,” she said softly. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Surprised, Marcus realized that she had indeed prayed for him. He accepted the pouch and explored its contents, feeling what seemed to be a jade pendant.

Millie, a shade embarrassed, quickly stepped out of the car and headed to Rylie’s house.

Upon opening the red cloth pouch, Marcus discovered a laughing Buddha pendant. Its kind and cheerful countenance instantly lifted his spirits.

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He smiled, tenderly placing the pendant in his chest pocket. As he was about to meet the delegation, wearing it at that moment wasn’t suitable.

Little did he know, as he drove away, that in the many solitary days to come, this pendant would become his only companion.

According to the room number Rylie had told her, Millie located the room, and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened.

“Come on in,” Rylie invited.

With her belly already quite round, Rylie supported it with one hand, while with the other, she fetched a pair of slippers for Millie from the shelf next to her.

After changing into the slippers, Millie surveyed the house. It was a standard three-bedroom dwelling with a blue fabric sofa in the living room. The tiles on the floor gleamed, clean and orderly.

Rylie’s home was decorated in a warm fashion, adorned with bright flowers on the dining table and numerous photos on the walls.

“Please have a seat. I’ll turn on the TV,” Rylie said enthusiastically.

“Don’t bother, you’d better sit down,” Millie urged.

Moving was becoming a challenge for Rylie, as her rounded belly was quite noticeable. Millie, fearing she might slip and fall, quickly helped her to a nearby seat.

Once seated, Rylie touched her face and asked, “Have I put on a lot of weight? I’ve been dealing with endocrine problems lately. My pores are opening up.”

Every girl has a concern for her appearance. Speaking of this, a shadow of gloom crossed Rylie’s face.