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.

No

fatal

familiar voice, her body froze and joy started welling up in her heart. She was about to look up at him when he suddenly picked

she would always move

would not blow

did. Naturally, he wouldn’t allow a trivial thing such as blow

did not push her away, and put her on the edge of the bed with peace of

off her slippers as she waited for Julian to wrap his arms around her body and neck in

wouldn’t be able to move

was the method that Julian taught her

wanted a divorce. Wouldn’t it be too strange for them to act the same way as they did

to think. He watched her movements,

her eyes became

should

habits couldn’t be changed so

even opened, her hands scrambled around like a baby

nothing around her when she

bed

wake up with her again in the

tender toward her

had led her to suffering so much disappointment. She got up slowly, planning to go

felt as if she

turned around and

It was a photo!

in the photo seemed to be a girl clad in a

white, and she had

in here, and no one would dare to put

be a photo Julian had

nervous. Sge quickly bent

be seen. The only thing she could make out was the white dress with delicate

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

reason why

the photo calmly, then went to the dining

the past. It was all oriental style dishes, and was also the type of breakfast that Julian

she probably wouldn’t be able to eat the food he cooked anymore

milk somewhat dispiritedly. She turned to Mr. Carter as she took out the