Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 7

He didn’t want her to say anything.

He turned around again, wanting to leave.

Diana’s fingers tightened, so much that she almost made a hole in her palms. She resisted the urge to go forward and ask Julian to stay.

The next second, Julian made a few steps toward the cabinet to take the hair dryer out. “You never listen to me. Don’t you know that you should blow dry your hair after a shower?”

He looked cold, and if there were other people around, they would’ve been too scared to breathe.

To Diana, however, it was just a different side of his.

He was so perfect!

He had a beautiful mouth and a beautiful nose, and even the shape of his face was akin to a most exquisite sculpture. One would definitely be attracted to him with just a glance.

What’s more, he was already standing in front of her with a hair dryer.

Three years.

He had taken care of her meticulously for three years, and even pampered her into becoming a woman who had her hair blown dry by her husband.

Yet, they were about to get a divorce…and the reason was unknown.

Diana felt bitter. She understood that even if she found the reason for the divorce, it would not change the fact that the divorce was imminent.

Even so, she was dying to understand everything.

The hair dryer was buzzing, and the hot wind swayed the coolness in her heart. Julian’s fingers moved freely on Diana’s scalp, as if he was pampering her to no end. She knew better than to reach out and hug him, but she couldn’t help herself from indulging this moment of tenderness.

Julian felt the wetness on his chest.

“What’s the matter?” The corners of his lips were tinged with a hint of mockery. He didn’t know whether he was laughing at Diana, or whether Diana’s habits were already embedded deep in his heart.

Julian himself couldn’t understand why he didn’t push her away when she hugged him.

What was even more confusing was that he wanted to rush into the bedroom immediately to see what she was doing right after he returned to the villa.

She was obviously just a stand-in. She was a woman who regarded money as her life and had no conscience, yet he had grown accustomed to her to such an extent.

pursed together. No one knew what he

fatal attraction, said, “Be

welling up in her heart. She was about to look up at

she would always

dryer would

wouldn’t allow a trivial thing such as blow drying

away, and put her on the edge of the bed

already turned around and took off her

wouldn’t be able to move

was the method that Julian

it be too strange for them to act the

think. He watched her movements, then let

her eyes

should not be acting this way,

couldn’t be changed

eyes even opened, her hands scrambled around like a baby anime searching for its

was nothing around her

to touch the bed again, half of it

that Julian might never wake up with her again in the

was so gentle and tender toward her when he was drying her hair

up slowly, planning to go downstairs for some breakfast to

felt as if she had kicked

around and took a

It was a photo!

to be

Diana did not like white, and she

here, and no one would dare to put anything in here. Who could the girl

be a photo Julian had accidentally

bent down to pick up the

photo was soaked in water, and the girl’s face could no longer be seen. The only thing she could

make out the girl’s youthfulness, even if she could

reason why Julian wanted to

took the photo calmly, then went to

from the western style cuisine she had in the past. It was all oriental style dishes, and was also the type of breakfast

able to eat the food he cooked

to Mr. Carter as she took out the photo and asked, “Mr. Carter,