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.

was about to open her

when

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

wouldn’t be able to continue the marriage the way

Fanny relented, even though she really wanted

question out

to Julian and

sounding as clear

her to be. It was just like her-she looked vulnerable on

in fact resilient on the

a beautiful woman, indeed. Her beauty

confident about her

could surpass her in terms of her

had even said that Fanny Smith wasn’t just

an adjective used to describe someone who was

of how awestruck she was by Diana’s

latter brought a chuckle

people had

was thankful Diana never entered the entertainment

been that popular in her

suddenly chuckled. She

casually.

“Hello.”

in Oliver’s eyes made

Oliver never understood her.

she would flee hastily

that she should be

should Fanny be

married couple, the priority shouldn’t be to