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.

girlfriend,” Marcus piped up. “Ms. Ashlee, I

through their relationship when Vans chased

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

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

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

he said, as he led her to

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

warning, Marcus put his hand on

felt fuzzy and warm. The sudden touch, and his unexpected thoughtfulness, made Nina’s hair stand on end. She hurriedly stepped away, trying to keep her

“I will, I will.”

As she said that…

Bam!

hit the

Marcus fell silent.

Ashlee isn’t an old woman,

If she could, she would seal that assistant’s mouth

chuckle and say, ‘These stairs aren’t designed

With that… Bam!