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.

was adorned with joyful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere. However, seen through Cecilia’s eyes, the whole thing

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

her with him forever. To experience such a calamity

knife, and she slowly closed her

rope on her feet. For safety reasons, he left

“Come.”

at the door, he pulled Cecilia towards the bathroom.

Cecilia’s eyes widened, and her hairs stood on

“Mmph! Mmph!!!”

was he going to do to her? What the

to panic. “Cooperate with me, and you’ll suffer

finding Cecilia’s current

you up and make you look pretty when we

forceful downward pull

shame overwhelmed her, surpassing

the midst of her frantic flailing, she accidentally

Bang!

the floor with a

and darker, but he didn’t stop. Cecilia’s pants were already