Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1434

The wall felt like ice.

When Fanny's hot skin pressed against it, she shivered. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Instinctively, she tightened her hold on the man in front of her.

The place where she grabbed him hurt, and Oliver hesitated for a brief moment.

His grip on her tightened.

Numerous red marks appeared on their fair skin.

Neither of them paid any attention to it.

They just stared at each other, as if trying to engrave the other into their eyes.

However, there was no love in their actions.

Only anger and hatred.

He pressed Fanny hard against the wall, fiercely biting her as if he was trying to devour her whole.

At first, she resisted.

Then, she slowly gave in.

Only a pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, like a puppet.

“Oliver.” He didn't listen, nor did he consider her current emotions.

He just said, "You brought this upon yourself." His voice was hoarse and deep, and she used to love that the most.

But now, it was like a sword piercing in and out of her body.

Each thrust was accompanied by pain.

She...had just miscarried not long ago.

Yet, he could still treat her like this.

He really didn't love her.

Fanny felt like a broken puppet.

His hands were like nails, nailing her hands to the wall.

Outside the window, the moon rose higher.

The cold light penetrated the embroidered curtains, casting numerous fragmented pieces on the ground, much like her heart.

Broken, unable to be pieced back together.

Oliver considered stopping, but was repeatedly provoked by Fanny's indifferent attitude.

“Look at me," he said.

He held her face, his eyes carrying a hint of longing.

But Fanny turned her head, and continued looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Oliver became more ruthless, and attacked once again.

The coldness in Fanny’s eyes grew stronger.

Like a spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's hopes and left only panic.

"Fanny," he breathed heavily, leaning on her shoulder.

Strands of hair covered his nose, but he didn't care.

He just wanted to indulge in this night, even if it meant dying together.

Nothing mattered, as long as they were still together.

If they were discovered tomorrow, he would say he died beside Fanny.

“I might..." He seemed to be trembling, and the words he was about to say were so difficult to utter.

"I might really not want to lose you." It wasn't just about wanting her to have a child.

He truly wanted to be with her for a lifetime, just like Julian and Diana.

Like many ordinary couples in the world, walking hand in hand through life.

"Pfft." Fanny chuckled.

This was the first genuine smile tonight, without any hint of mockery.

It just struck her as amusing.

"Oliver." She even willingly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her warm breath fell on his ear like a breeze.

"You're so funny." Oliver remained silent, and his expression noticeably soured.

Fanny grabbed his hair, playing with it like a child playing with toys.

She pulled on it occasionally, causing him to thrust forward when she did.

“Fanny, I'm not joking," he said.

Yet, she didn't believe him.

His actions weren't expressions of love.

He had a strong physique from years of working out, and supported her body with one hand.

He lit a cigarette with his other hand.

He had quit smoking since they got married, even refusing Julian's offer last time.

This time, he willingly smoked again.