Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Even the pine trees and cypresses in front of the door seemed to have straightened up. They stood tall in the soil, as if beckoning to him.

“Mr. Channing.”

The woman speaking was someone new that Oliver had brought. He introduced her to Fanny.

“This is Yvonne.”

Yvonne was Oliver’s nanny when he was a child. His mother passed away early, and instead of giving Oliver powdered milk, his family found him a wet nurse and nanny.

Oliver drank her milk until the age of two, and only then switched to powdered milk before transitioning to regular meals.

Although this nanny left the Channings when he was two, she always kept in touch with Oliver.

On holidays, Oliver would bring gifts to visit her.

This time, when he and Fanny had an accident, she was the first person he thought of.

He saw that Fanny didn’t even lift her eyes; she just lay on the sofa, her black hair scattered all over.

He wasn’t angry; he simply handed the vegetables to Yvonne, and said, “Go cook.”

Fanny probably hadn’t eaten for the past few days.

She had just had a miscarriage, and a little hunger could help stimulate her appetite. It wouldn’t be good if she developed actual health issues due to starvation.

Otherwise…

approached her, and a hair tie appeared in his hand from

down, pulled her long hair together, and

didn’t do a good

on her shoulders; from a distance, her hair looked like a big lump on her shoulder. However, because Fanny’s face was so outstanding, even if it looked like a lump,

amused looking at

tidied up the loose strands

go.” He pulled her up. “I’ll

surgery, and there wasn’t much to eat here these past

to see how

situations required the

patients for three or four years, when it came to

for a moment, and

“Where does it hurt?”

his concern, she couldn’t help but

What a hypocrite.

the disgust in her heart, she looked at him. “It

tail of her white dress falling like an open umbrella, swaying with a hint of elegance. She had

her, and his heart couldn’t

only she could let

willing to be

Oliver was lagging behind, Fanny turned around and called

become alluring, and she looked like the most vibrant rose in full bloom in spring. It was so intense, it almost seemed to take