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.

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seemed this man had seen through their relationship when

He saw Nina lowered her head

to many, she was a homewrecker. Even so, she was

reared its ugly head. Nina looked down in embarrassment, not daring to

said, as he led

were very old, and one might bump his

put his hand on

touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s hair stand on end.

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

the corner of the

Marcus fell silent.

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baffled. If she could, she would

chuckle and say, ‘These stairs aren’t

With that… Bam!