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 who

long hair

do a good job

loosely 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

almost amused looking

loose strands in

pulled her up. “I’ll give you

a list of things she couldn’t eat after the surgery, and there wasn’t much to eat here these past two days. Oliver was sure she must have

more thing: he wanted to see how she was

the use

he hadn’t dealt with patients for three or four years, when it came to Fanny needing a doctor, Oliver felt like his medical

face stiffen for a moment, and quickly realized

“Where does it hurt?”

her head. Seeing his concern, she couldn’t help but find

What a hypocrite.

in her heart, she looked at

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

and his heart couldn’t

she could let go of

would truly be willing

behind, Fanny

the most vibrant rose in full bloom in spring. It was so intense, it almost seemed to take