Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Fanny walked into the washroom for a shower.

By the time she was done, Master Channing had left.

“It wasn’t appropriate for Dad to be around while you were showering,” Oliver

said.

Fanny nodded as she blow-dried her hair.

“So?” she pressed. “What wrong did he do to me? What did he do that made it

worth for you, the son he was most pleased with, to make amends to me with

your entire life?”

“Your hair is still wet,” Oliver said, not replying to Fanny’s question directly.

He even blew her hair dry for her for the first time, just to avoid answering her

question.

He didn’t even know how to do it properly.

Blow-drying someone’s hair had to be done slowly, from the front to the back.

Alternatively, one could hold the ends of the hair and slowly dry it. However,

Oliver flipped Fanny’s hair over and blew at her scalp at the maximum heat.

Water dripped from the ends of Fanny’s hair that Oliver flipped over down her

face, which eventually dried up. The entire process left her at sixes and sevens,

just like how things felt like with Oliver.

about to open her mouth to ask

when Oliver

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

wouldn’t be able to continue the marriage the way

the very first time, Fanny relented, even though she

out loud

they dialed to Julian

Diana, sounding as clear and vulnerable as

It was just like

in fact resilient on

a beautiful woman, indeed. Her beauty

been confident about her

surpass her in terms of

Fanny Smith

of an adjective used to describe

thought of how awestruck she was

latter brought a

those people had never

Diana never entered

have been that

understand why Fanny suddenly chuckled. She even

casually.

“Hello.”

eyes made sorrow

Oliver never understood her.

thought that she would flee hastily from Diana, or

fact, Oliver thought that she

why should Fanny be jealous of

married couple, the priority