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.

through their relationship when Vans chased

Nina lowered her head

was a homewrecker. Even so, she

all along suddenly reared its ugly head. Nina looked down in embarrassment, not daring

he said, as he

here were very old, and one might

his hand on

sudden touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s hair

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

hit the corner

Marcus fell silent.

Ashlee isn’t an old woman, and she’s also

would seal that assistant’s mouth up with

did was chuckle and say, ‘These stairs

With that… Bam!