Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 46

In the end, everything was still about the divorce.

Diana smiled self–derisively. Why was she being foolish again? Even if it was only for a moment, why did she think that his heart might have ached for her, that he didn’t retaliate for fear of hurting her?

Now that she thought about it, ever since that banquet, he had only one goal in mind: divorce Diana, and protect that woman at all cost while keeping that woman happy.

Who was Diana Winnington to him? A debtor, at most.

A man’s heart…is truly like the weather in April, volatile and ever–changing.

Diana wrapped herself up tighter in the sheets. Her voice turning colder, she asked, “Well, what are you doing here in my room?”

“This is my house.” Julian glanced at her and went on, “I can go anywhere I like.”

As he spoke, his gaze swept lazily across the entire room and landed on the wardrobe. He strolled over and pulled out a set of pajamas, as if to prove that he had a reason for coming in.

In the dimly lit room, Diana’s eyes shone and her lips glistened.

that moment, the photo of her and Oliver smiling at each other, her face all flushed, rushed

of seeing that stingy, despicable, vile Oliver Channing

Diana remained silent.

she heard him wrongly. Did

come

the past three years had been crossing her mind frequently. The civil, chivalrous, and faithful Julian Fulcher seemed to have nothing to do with this Julian Fulcher she was beginning

sharp–tongued man before

to put on an act before someone insignificant like her. The only possible reason for

thoughts. Diana’s eyes widened as she realized it was Julian kissing her like

equally shocked by his own

and mumbled, “That luscious and red

all.”

horror as she cleanly

did Julian know

her, Julian left her room as silently

him wrongly. Why would Julian mention calabash candy so

wasn’t something bought on a daily basis,

be possible that he had paid someone to trail her to make sure that she