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, I know

their relationship when

He saw Nina lowered her head in a panic, as if she did something

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

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

as he

and one might bump his head

put his hand

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

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

head hit the

Marcus fell silent.

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

she would seal that assistant’s mouth up

did was chuckle and

With that… Bam!