Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Marcus and Nina had come, too.

The house they once found too remote before they lived in the far suburbs had now become their abode.

“In other words,” Nina said, as shock grew in her heart,” Fanny didn’t really die?!”

“She did. A spirit is living in this house,” Marcus said.

Nina was stumped.

The car ground to a stop, and both of them stepped out of the car. Before they got out, the assistant gave Nina a set of men’s clothes.

She felt rather embarrassed. “I don’t need it. It’ll be terrible if I dirty Mr. Jensen’s clothes…”

“These clothes don’t belong to Mr. Jensen,” the assistant said, laughing. “Only his girlfriend has the right to wear his clothes!”

Nina’s face flushed red. “I’m not…”

She didn’t want to wear Marcus’s clothes. She had never worn any man’s jacket, aside from Vans’s. Wearing clothes that didn’t have his familiar scent felt strange for her.

my girlfriend,” Marcus piped up. “Ms.

through their relationship when Vans chased

was irony in his eyes. He saw Nina lowered her head in a panic,

a homewrecker. Even so,

she had been suppressing in her heart all along suddenly reared its ugly head. Nina looked down

as he led her to the

and one might bump his

warning, Marcus put his hand on

warm. The sudden touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

head hit the corner of

Marcus fell silent.

an old woman, and she’s also dorky

could, she would seal that assistant’s

she did was chuckle and say,

With that… Bam!