Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 232

Derek managed to force out this ill-fitting compliment.

If he had done something wrong, he would have accepted the punishment, but being caught in the crossfire between Marcus and Millie was not something he was prepared for.

After finishing one drumstick, Millie picked up another one, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Absolutely! Let me tell you a secret: my IQ is just a tad lower than Einstein’s. Did you know? The globally renowned physicist Albert Einstein had an IQ of 165, and | have 164. There are very few people in this world as smart as me!”

Marcus withdrew his hand that was about to grab a crab claw and leaned back in his chair. “Which hospital did you visit for your IQ test?”

However, Millie was so engrossed in her meal that she didn’t detect the sarcasm in Marcus’ words. She shook her head and said, “I didn’t get tested at a hospital. | used an app for the test. Would you like to try it too? Hand me your phone, and I'll install the app for you.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Marcus’ face darkened, and he chose to ignore Millie. He began to think he might have married a fool.

The scariest thing wasn’t a fool, but a fool who thought they were smart.

“These chicken drumsticks are incredibly tasty; no wonder it’s a high-end restaurant. The flavors are distinct,” exclaimed Millie. After finishing another drumstick, Millie was about to reach for another one. Her mouth was smeared with grease from her feast. But as Millie extended her hand, Marcus’ fork appeared, blocking her movement, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Biting her lower lip, Millie asked, “What are you doing? If you don’t want me to eat, why did you invite me here?”

“Reconsider your petty intentions. Try something else to eat. These drumsticks are overly greasy and not healthy if consumed in large quantities,” advised Marcus.

“| want to eat chicken drumsticks. | relish eating them.” Millie resisted; she truly enjoyed chicken legs. The meat was fatty, tender, and smooth without being oily.

Marcus blocked Millie's hand more forcefully with his fork.

“Eat some vegetables,” he insisted.

Before Millie lay an impressive pile of chicken drumstick bones. She had polished off four or five already, demonstrating an unrestrained appetite. Her relentless indulgence in whatever she craved was surprising, which explained her slender figure.

Under the weight of Marcus’ firm insistence, Millie begrudgingly pulled her hand away and apprehensively took a bite of vegetables. However, she didn’t hold back her disgruntled murmuring.

“You deny yourself the pleasure, yet you won't allow others to relish it. You're so domineering, controlling, and irritating!” As Millie raised her eyes, she immediately spotted a recognizable tall figure, Leon, making his way to the restroom.

All at once, a scene from the private room came rushing back into her memory.