Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 982

In the evening, under a starlit countryside sky, Millie helped her grandma clean the house after dinner,while Bruce sat in the yard, smoking.

Millie emerged with a plate of oranges, her face glowing with a warm smile.

“I just picked them. They’re fresh.”

Bruce discarded his cigarette and accepted an orange, appreciating the calm around them.

“The countryside is so peaceful. Even the wind here feels cooler than in the city.”

Millie settled into a chair, her eyes drifting to the cigarette butts on the ground, and she spoke softly.“No matter how cool the wind, it can’t blow away a person’s troubles.”

Turning his head to regard Millie, Bruce offered an understanding smile.

“Troubles can be a good thing for a man. They often lead to greater achievements.”

His eyes, filled with affection, lingered on her a moment too long, and Millie looked away, standing upabruptly.

“Your room is ready. Get some rest. I’m tired and going to bed.”

As she retreated to her room, Bruce put down the orange and pulled out another cigarette, his thoughtsa tangled mess.

Meanwhile, as Millie settled into bed, her phone rang, and she answered to Marcus’ voice, soft andcomforting. “Honey.”

The endearment eased the tension in Marcus, and he smiled.

“Did you arrive safely?”

Marcus’ concern made Millie feel as though she were tasting honey.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

She smiled happily.

“Yes, we’ve arrived safely. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Is the bedroom door closed?” Marcus’ question came suddenly, sharp with concern.

“What ?”

“Close the door,” Marcus insisted, his voice urgent. “Or someone may harm you when I’m away.”

Millie’s laugh was light and teasing. “There’s someone who cares for me so deeply. People say youdon’t care for women. How ridiculous.”

From the other end of the line, Marcus’ hearty laughter warmed her heart. “A woman with a hundred-million-dollar hairpin and a billion- dollar wedding gift. How could I not think of her all the time?”

Millie pursed her lips, complaining, “It seems you’re nervous about me because of the money I have.You don’t really value me.”

Marcus chuckled and said, “Protect yourself. Don’t get hurt.”