Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 55

Diana found what Kate said entirely laughable. The Winningtons joined hands and forced her into a corner, and that was supposed to be good for her? Helping her?

The outcome of their last meeting was still clear in her mind. This time, Diana was guarded against Kayla. Her eyes were slightly narrowed as she asked calmly, “Will this be the same as what happened before, when Julian misunderstood and thought I was the one who took the initiative to meet up with Kayla with the intention of hurting her, so that he’d make life hell for me?”

“Who do you think you are?! Are you worthy of President Fulcher’s time and energy?” James was getting annoyed. “Four days later, Kayla will pass you the first batch of money at Springlake Garden. It’ll be at three in the afternoon, so don’t be late.”

Four days later?

Diana’s heart sank. That coincided with the time Luke was released from prison. She had wanted to hide at home and avoid going out during that period, yet now, she had to head out to meet Kayla.

Why was it that she couldn’t meet Kayla when she wanted to, yet now that she didn’t want to meet her, Kayla insisted on meeting her?

She had no choice but to prepare herself in case of any accidents.

After returning to the Fulcher mansion, Diana packed up her belongings into a suitcase and brought it downstairs.

intercepted her. “Are you going to the Winningtons

there frequently, which was not a good

given how things have progressed, she was thankful she didn’t. It would’ve been a foolish move on her part. “No,” she said

statement made Julian swallow

for a moment and rubbed his nose uneasily. “Whatever it

as she did last night. He only felt relieved when

went to

don’t even bother hiding your bias.” Diana thought that Julian was

aside!”

her. “Aren’t you the least bit concerned about the wound on my forehead? Aren’t you worried about

forehead. She stared into his

at him and you’ll become softhearted

side.

Kayla, their relationship was doomed to never return to what it was in the

attention at home, and you want me to look at your wound. Are you trying to make me pay? Or compensate you for hitting you? Why don’t you bill me for every single mouth of water I’ve drunk and

she think that of