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.

to open her mouth to ask about

Master Channing when

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

able to continue the marriage the

first time, Fanny relented, even though she really

out

they dialed to Julian

That was Diana, sounding as

to be. It was just like her-she looked

fact

woman, indeed. Her beauty

been confident about her looks, and never found

her in terms

had even said that Fanny

an adjective used to describe someone who

the thought of how awestruck she was by Diana’s beauty when

a chuckle to

all those people had never

was thankful Diana never entered the

been that popular in

understand why Fanny suddenly chuckled. She even greeted

casually.

“Hello.”

Oliver’s eyes made sorrow grow in

Oliver never understood her.

probably thought that she would

thought that she

should Fanny be

issues arise between a married couple, the priority shouldn’t