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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 249
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Chapter 249

“Weren't you the one who knocked it down? Retrieve it now. This is a gem pen, a globally limited edition.” Marcus assessed Millie from head to toe, as if evaluating her.

Millie paled. The gem pen was a symbol of luxury. Each pen was worth a fortune.

Why did she always have such rotten luck? Just as she was about to finish her work, she managed to land herself in another predicament.

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“Alright, I'll retrieve it at once.”

Submissively, Millie bent over to fetch the object, exposing her slim waist in the process. Marcus glimpsed at her, his gaze darkening.

Millie silently pleaded, wishing for the pen to remain intact.

Once she had the pen in her grasp, Millie cautiously took a step back. But as she rose, she found herself colliding into a warm, muscular chest.

“Ah”

The sudden impact caused her hypoglycemia to flare up, making her weak. She ended up seated on Marcus’ lap, rubbing her aching head.

Marcus’ eyebrows shot up. Millie’s soft rear rested against his firm thigh, and her scent wafted up to him. Still dazed, Millie was taken aback by the strong chest close to her and the words murmured near her ear. “Did you throw yourself at me?”

What?

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Once Millie collected her thoughts, she noticed something amiss. She felt a chill run down her spine, wondering where she was seated.

Lowering her gaze, she discovered she was sitting on Marcus’ thigh. Heat surged to her cheeks as they flushed a deep red. “You've taken a seat without my consent. Now, it’s my turn to decide when you can rise,” Marcus asserted dominantly, his arm encircling Millie's shoulder.

Millie felt a shiver run down her spine, rendering her speechless.

“| just had a hypoglycemic episode. Don’t overthink things.”

“Your excuses are getting stale. You should try a different one next time.”

Millie clenched her fist. An excuse? She was stating a fact! She would have liked to rebuke him, but her ongoing dizziness and a desire not to waste energy held her back.

Marcus suggested, “Why don’t you check if the pen is broken?”

“I'm checking it now. It seems to be in one piece.”