Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1530

Marcus glanced at her. “Nina Ashlee.”

His tone was not heavy, but it carried a chilling undertone that made one’s hair stand on end.

Nina realized she had misspoken, and had angered Marcus.

She quickly told Sean, “I need to do something with your godfather, so I’ll hang up now!”

Without waiting for Diana’s response, she promptly ended the call.

“Do something?” Marcus leaned in so close that he was almost nose-to-nose with her.

The assistant’s eyes widened in alarm.

He wanted to shout a warning, “Mr. Jensen, stay calm! You can’t kiss her!”

But he didn’t.

With an eerie tone, Marcus asked, “Do what?”

His hand gripped her chin tightly, almost as if he intended to crush it, and he leaned in closer.

Nina could practically see every detail of his smooth skin and the subtle tremble of his thin lips.

Nina’s heart skipped a beat-not out of romantic feelings, but because the man before her was undeniably captivating.

Unlike Vans and Julian, Marcus exuded a chilling allure. Yet, his eyes were deeply passionate.

No wonder he consistently topped the entertainment charts as the most handsome man, according to public polls!

“N-Nothing…” Nina tried to avert her gaze to avoid his penetrating stare, but Marcus’s grip only tightened. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“If I hear you speak like that again, it won’t be as simple as that.”

His words were ambiguous, yet his chilling tone made Nina think otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly tried to explain, “my godson was worried about me, and to reassure him and his mother, I just w

Marcus wasn’t interested in her explanations. He interrupted her, “Do you know Fanny Smith?”

Fanny!

Nina’s full attention was instantly captured. “Yes! I know her!”

She had discussed Fanny with Diana during their phone call yesterday, and now, Fanny’s name was making headlines.

Diana had sounded deeply concerned about it.

“Mr. Jensen, do you know Ms. Smith?” Nina asked.

Marcus hummed in response before saying, “You can’t go home today.”

He glanced at the back of the car. “Neither can I.”

Whether it was Nina or his home, both were likely surrounded by the media, waiting to capture a photo of them together, confirming their relationship.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated

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Nina understood the gravity of the situation.

“You absolutely cannot have any relationship with me.”

Forming a connection with her would be even worse than getting involved with the female celebrity Nina had photographed. At least that wouldn’t completely tarnish his reputation!

“It seems you’re quite self-aware, Ms. Ashlee.”

Nina felt the man’s words carried a mocking tone, yet his expression remained serious, making it hard to pinpoint any flaws.

She pretended not to catch the sarcasm, and said earnestly, “Today’s incident started because of me. If anything happens in the future, I’ll definitely help you.”

“There’s something right now.”

Marcus seemed like a wolf, ready to ensnare her from the moment he laid eyes on Nina. He instructed his driver, “Go to the location I gave you earlier.”

It appeared his visit wasn’t solely related to the false reports about him.

Nina’s heart started pounding. “Are you here today because of Fanny?”

Marcus nodded. “She’s my benefactor.”

Now that Fanny was in trouble, he couldn’t remain uninvolved.

The car sped away skillfully, and thanks to the driver’s expertise, they managed to lose the trailing media vehicles after a series of turns.

Then…

The more Nina observed her surroundings, the more familiar they seemed.

Soon, she exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t this the house Diana bought before?”

“Diana…” Clearly, Marcus recognized the name and didn’t avoid it. “Fanny currently resides here.”

Fanny found herself cornered and dared not roam the streets aimlessly, fearing Oliver’s people might capture her. After thinking it through, she could only seek refuge in this house where Diana once lived.

She knew Oliver had sold this house to Diana. Oliver probably never anticipated she’d seek shelter here.