Substitute Marriage: My Mysterious Husband Is A Magnate

now. Why no

nto her body. Meagan Allison, a newly-wedded lady, looked up and met her husband's

e hemline of her dress, feeling her hear

me. In fact, she hadn't taken off her wedding dress yet. She didn't know what to do or expect. The moment the man finished taking a shower and walked out of the ba

even had the opportunity to know her husband well. After all,

alf-sister, in order to complete the engagement arranged by the elders of the two families. Further

, her little brother could continue studying, and her whole fami

d, Meagan took a deep breath and shakily walked toward t

the man's eyes s

she noticed that there wasn't even a lock on the shabby wooden door. She couldn't help but sw

d release her frustrations. But she could only stand there in

ng on in her mind, so he said in a deep voice, "I'm go

inst the door and listened carefully. As he walked out of the room, the door closed with a

ed down, and even huge trees got uprooted and broken in half—this was the current state of the

ite a long distance just to ride an inconspicuous minibus to take her to the village. Her

id that marrying in such a condition w

for so long. So, whatever happened in the future, s

dried her hair and finally

and was yet to come bac

her surprise, although the house was a little dilapidated, some maintenance and cleaning up could make it look good enough.

he sheets to make the bed,

ovement as she turned around, she didn't notice that it had already slipped down her body. Feeling a little

r herself up, the man had already s

ilt on the bed to hide her body. She was

me more profound and complicated. This time, he walked slowly to her side and spoke in a low,

a mere suggestion. But this time,

. With her eyes closed, she eventually felt an arm going around her waist. Slowly