Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 625

Millie rolled her eyes, tired of this woman and her wiles. She looked down and saw that Rhea evenwanted to hold Marcus’ arm.

Rhea’s question made Marcus realize that it was indeed time for lunch and that Millie hadn’t eaten. Heglanced at her and asked, “What do you say? Do you want to get something to eat?”

Millie looked away haughtily. She was hungry, but she wasn’t very enthusiastic at the thought of eatingwith Rhea.

When Millie didn’t say anything after a few seconds, Rhea went for it, glad to be rid of her.

“Just let her be. We should go and eat.”

Just as soon, Millie piped up, “Sure, I’ll eat. Let’s go.”

Rhea was barking up the wrong tree if she thought Millie would stay back and let her win.

In the restaurant, Rhea was her usual hypocrite self. Her voice was flattering as she said, “Marcus,order first. What do you want to eat?”

After the dishes they ordered were served, she thoughtfully poured Marcus a glass of water.

Although Marcus had always been indifferent to her, everyone else that didn’t know the truth thoughtshe was more of his girlfriend, while Millie was the third wheel tagging along.

Millie furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed that Rhea’s chair seemed to be getting closer and closerto Marcus, as if it had legs.

Rhea was always pretending and acting like his sister, but Millie knew the truth behind that facade ofhers.

After a few bites, she finally stopped eating, dropping her fork and watching Rhea’s act. She had noappetite and was just forcing food down anyways.

Marcus looked at the helpless look on Millie’s face with a raised eyebrow. “Are you full already? Youbarely ate.” m full. How am I not to be with that show of love?”

Millie looked at her, saying,

Rhea on the other hand, rolled her eyes, understanding Millie perfectly well.

When they were all done eating, Millie walked away from the table to answer a phone call. As soon asshe hung up, she heard a whiny voice behind her. “Ouch! It hurts.”

Marcus tumed to the sound. “What’s wrong?”

Rhea was standing still with a painful expression on her face.

“I sprained my ankle. Marcus, please take me to the hospital. I didn’t bring my car today and I can’teven take a step without hurting. Look how swollen my foot has gotten.”

Millie also looked down at Rhea’s swollen foot.

She didn’t miss the fact that the same swollen foot was in ten inch high heels.