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. Ashlee,

seen through their relationship when Vans chased after them

his eyes. He saw Nina lowered her head in a panic, as if

homewrecker. Even so, she was clearly the one who met Vans

had been suppressing in her heart all along suddenly reared its ugly head.

he said, as he led her to

were very old, and one might bump his head at

his

and warm. The sudden touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s hair stand on end. She hurriedly stepped away, trying to keep

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

the corner of

Marcus fell silent.

assistant piped up, “The famous reporter Ms. Ashlee isn’t an old woman, and she’s also

was baffled. If she could, she would

did was chuckle and say, ‘These stairs

With that… Bam!