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.

not my girlfriend,” Marcus piped up. “Ms. Ashlee, I

their relationship when

was irony in his eyes. He saw Nina lowered her head in a panic, as if she did something

she was a homewrecker. Even so, she was clearly the

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

he led her to the

stairs here were very old, and one might bump his head at the last

his

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

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

hit the corner

Marcus fell silent.

assistant piped up, “The famous reporter Ms. Ashlee isn’t an old woman, and she’s also dorky and adorable…and even a little

would seal

chuckle and say, ‘These stairs aren’t designed

With that… Bam!