Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Something was seriously wrong.
Not only was there a damp, bloody scent, but there also seemed to be someone crying-a suppressed, subtle sobbing.
If Noel hadn’t undergone special training before, he wouldn’t be able to discern it at all.
At this moment, the neighbor had returned with many other neighbors.
“Oh my!” Although she didn’t know why Larry’s door was already open, she assumed he was taking a shower when she heard
the sound of water. “No thieves here! I made a big deal out of nothing.”
She was about to pull Noel out, muttering, “Next time I see Larry, I’ll have to apologize to him.”
However, Noel refused to budge.
“Hey, what’s going on?” The lady tugged a few times, and found that the young man she brought along was unmoving, rooted to
the spot.
Tm here to save someone,” Noel declared. His aura at that moment could rival Julian’s, and he appeared very intimidating.
While the lady was about to say something, Noel broke free from her grasp.
Without waiting for the others to react, he picked up a rolling pin and smashed the bathroom window.
Bang!
Crash!
Sounds echoed as the glass shattered, and Noel promptly took off his own clothes to shield Cecilia.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Cecilia had no idea how all of this had happened or how Noel had come to her side, shielding her from the broken glass and
covering her exposed legs.
However, his suit was short and was unable to cover Cecilia’s legs entirely. The more exposed they were, the more chilling it was
for those standing outside.

The lady from upstairs was the first to react.
“What’s going on here?” She shouted for a few people to help lift Larry, who was now surrounded by broken glass.
She kept asking, “Larry, is this your fiancee?”
When Larry’s parents moved away, they had told the old neighbors that they were making room for the child’s marriage.
Seeing Cecilia now, they naturally assumed the young couple was having fun in the bathroom.
But this woman was now cradled in Noel’s arms, displaying a face of both terror and anger, along with a kind of post-traumatic
exhaustion.
Noel, on the other hand, was furious. He looked as if he could devour Larry alive.
Larry didn’t speak, but Noel did. “She’s not his fiancee. She’s my girlfriend.”
Cecilia’s face twitched, and she instinctively wanted to retort. But with so many people watching, she didn’t dare. She just
wanted to get out of here.
Noel’s hands wrapped Cecilia tightly in his suit, enclosing not only her body but also her dignity.
Deep down, the gratitude Cecilia felt, though unspoken, was undeniable.
She lowered her head, her gaze lingering on Noel’s hands around her waist.
When Larry touched her earlier, it felt like a fate worse than death. Yet now, with Noel’s hands in the same spot, she had a
peculiar illusion of finally becoming clean.
It was as if his touch was a rescue, a rebirth.
Noel was uninterested in wasting time with the crowd. He had already instructed his bodyguards to come here before picking the
lock.
Now, with a cold expression, he simply carried Cecilia away from this neighborhood. They didn’t exchange a word the entire way,
remaining silent until they reached a fork in the road.
That was when Noel let her go. “Can you find your way home from here?”

He hadn’t dealt with Larry directly earlier to avoid showing Cecilia excessively bloody scenes that might make her physically
uncomfortable.
Now that he had brought her to a safe place, he had to return.
Cecilia was taken aback, and shot him an incredulous look.
“Noel, how much does it take?”
Noel hadn’t quite grasped her meaning yet. Before he could ask, she continued, “How much does it take to send me home?”
Her eyes were filled with disdain.
“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Is that enough?”