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.

lips were tightly pursed together. No one

voice, extraordinarily charming and seductive with a fatal attraction, said, “Be good

her heart. She was about to

would always move

would not blow

always been rigorous in everything he did. Naturally, he wouldn’t allow a trivial thing such as blow drying hair

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

sat on the edge of the bed with the hairdryer in his hand. Diana had already turned around and took off her slippers as she waited for Julian to wrap his arms around her body and neck in order to dry her

Diana wouldn’t be able

that Julian taught

Wouldn’t it be too strange for them to act the same way

Diana any time to think. He watched her movements, then let out a

heart ached, and her eyes became sore with

divorced, so she should

couldn’t be changed

morning, before Diana’s eyes even opened, her hands scrambled around like a baby anime searching for its mother. She wanted to plunge

was nothing around

she reached out to touch the bed again, half of it was already

that Julian might never wake up with her

and tender toward her when he was drying her hair last

so much disappointment. She got up slowly, planning to go downstairs for some

taking a few steps, she felt as if

around and took a closer

It was a photo!

seemed to be

and she had never taken

here, and no one would dare to put anything

be a photo

quickly bent down to

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

the girl’s youthfulness, even if she could not see the girl’s

why

took the photo calmly, then went

western style cuisine she had in the past. It was all oriental style dishes, and was also the type of breakfast that Julian wasn’t good at

be able to eat the

a few sips of the soy milk somewhat dispiritedly. She turned to Mr. Carter as she took out the photo and asked, “Mr. Carter, do you know who