Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1473

Oliver was aware of this shortcoming of his, which was why whenever he was with Fanny, he never wore his heart on his sleeve. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to stop embarrassing himself before her.

What if she didn’t like what she saw of him?

Thus, Oliver wanted to hide his emotions from her.

Yet now, he couldn’t help but expose his true feelings before her.

The moment he sensed his ears turning red, he pulled his hand back in embarrassment and fled to the washroom to hide his anxiety.

When he emerged from the washroom once more, he was still his usual polite and gentlemanly self. However, the words he said were cold as ice, breaking Fanny’s already broken heart even further. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Fanny Smith, your parents are watching you from up above. Please have some self-respect.”

His words were deeply piercing.

It almost made the tears in Fanny’s eyes fall.

Thanks to her lengthy experience in acting, however, she was able to go through with this facade.

She knew at which angle and which expression she looked best and most alluring.

What she needed to do right now was to make use of her face, the only leverage she had left, to leave this place as soon as she could.

Yet, her hatred towards the Channings and Oliver intensified with Oliver’s words.

If this stalemate between them were to drag on further, no amount of acting skills would be enough for her.

She thought it was best to be direct with Oliver.

She stood up and, like a moth to a flame, pounced onto Oliver without any warning.

There was a cold, hard wall right behind him.

Strange.

It didn’t feel cold.

Conversely, it felt like a fire that had to be put out, especially in this season.

Temperatures began rising.

Fanny leaned in, and whispered into his ear, “I didn’t do anything to Yvonne.”

That was the only way to avoid letting him see the intensifying hatred in her eyes.

Were her parents watching her from above?

What right did he have to mention her parents?! Until now, she had no idea what their names were!

The thought of them made her heart ache, yet she spoke sweetly and flirtatiously, sounding indignant and enticing at the same time.

“I don’t like having someone stay here with me. Make her leave…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Oliver kissed her.

He held down her hands that were roaming around on his body. She found herself unable to say a word.

Heaven knew how difficult it was to control himself from taking things a step further, even when there was a sharp pain on his lips.

If he didn’t take things a step further, Fanny wouldn’t be able to get pregnant and therefore wouldn’t have leverage to leave this place.

She tried to tempt the man before her to go further. “Didn’t you have me checked just now?”

She could sense the desire raging in his veins. She tried hard to make him recall what happened just now. At such a critical moment, her eyes turned increasingly clear.

Oliver suddenly lost interest as he recalled her motivation. He sneered, “Is that all you have?”

He loved her.

More so than she thought.

Yet, hatred was a chasm that lay deep between them.

“You don’t want Yvonne staying here because you want to flee?” He leaned in close to her ear, and said in the same tone she did just seconds ago, “No way.”

He wouldn’t let her get away so easily.

Even what he said about letting her give birth to another child before she was allowed to leave was just to fool her.

Realization dawned upon Fanny, and she narrowed her eyes. “Oliver, actually…”

She looked at him as she recalled subtle actions that Diana did when they previously had a meal together. She was able to copy Diana’s actions to a tee.

Oliver looked at her in shock. He could tell that she was imitating another woman.

“Why are you cheapening yourself like this?” he snarled.

Wasn’t it ideal to peacefully abandon everything else, forget all grudges and hatred, and simply stay in this villa with him?

He pulled off his gold-rimmed glasses. As if bestowing great honor upon her, he said righteously, “I won’t count the miscarriage of our first baby against you.”

He wouldn’t count it against her?

What right did he have to say that?!

The rain of that tragic night once again turned into a cold, hard spear that pierced her heart.

Fanny gritted her teeth, and cut Oliver’s disgusting reverie off.

“Oliver, actually… You can pretend I’m her.”

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