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.

at each

thinking of seeing that stingy, despicable, vile Oliver Channing

Diana remained silent.

she doubted whether she heard him wrongly.

words really come out

and harder to understand Julian. The thought that Julian had been wearing a mask during her life with him over the past three years had been crossing her mind frequently. The civil, chivalrous, and

domineering, jealous, and sharp–tongued man before her seemed to be his

before someone insignificant like her. The only possible reason for

sharp pain on her lips jerked her rudely from her thoughts. Diana’s eyes widened as she realized it was

equally shocked by

and red calabash candy

all.”

in horror as she cleanly forgot about his kiss. “Calabash

did Julian know

her room as silently

heard him wrongly. Why

bought on a daily

had paid someone to trail her to make sure that she