Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Noel was waiting for this moment!

He dared not show too much joy, and even appeared somewhat embarrassed.

“Will others complain about US knocking on doors like this?” he asked, wearing a hesitant expression.

The lady chuckled at him. “I think you’ve developed some trauma from being rejected when asking to use the restroom. Don’t worry, young man. We’re all long-time neighbors here. Not many places are rented out, and everyone upstairs and downstairs is like family.”

She went to the kitchen, and brought out a rolling pin. She weighed it in her hand and then handed it to Noel, who appeared strong and robust.

“In case there’s a thief, just hit him.” “Alright…”

The two went downstairs.

Knock! Knock!

There was another rapid knocking on the door.

Larry furrowed his brow, sensing that today wasn’t going very smoothly.

Fortunately, he hadn’t stopped, and the house was now tidied up.

a festive atmosphere. However, seen through Cecilia’s eyes,

Larry’s so-called being together, getting married, wasn’t what she

calamity in life and then lack peace even in death, Cecilia’s heart was filled

approached her with a knife,

the rope on her feet.

“Come.”

the door, he pulled Cecilia towards the

widened, and her

“Mmph! Mmph!!!”

to her? What the hell was

to panic. “Cooperate with me, and

Cecilia’s current behavior

Shouldn’t I tidy you up and make you look pretty when we get married? If you act this

speaking, he continued his forceful

sense of shame overwhelmed her, surpassing

to struggle with even greater force. In the midst of her frantic flailing, she accidentally

Bang!

the floor with a muffled

stop. Cecilia’s pants were already half undone, revealing a section of her fair