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.

Marcus piped up. “Ms. Ashlee,

seemed this man had seen through their relationship when Vans chased

his eyes. He saw Nina lowered her head

all, to many, she was a homewrecker. Even so, she was clearly the one who

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

he said, as he led her

one might bump his head

Marcus put his

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

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

hit the corner of

Marcus fell silent.

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

she would seal

all she did was chuckle and say, ‘These stairs aren’t

With that… Bam!