Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 86

At first, Diana thought she heard him wrongly.

Her hand, which was holding a spoon, paused for a brief moment. She didn’t understand what Julian meant by that, and her eyes were filled with shock and doubt. “Not leaving? Are you staying in my ward?”

“No.” Julian burst out laughing.

His laugh frustrated her. She wanted to ask what he meant by saying something that would easily give others the wrong idea. When she looked up, his handsome features fell in her eyes.

It was always like that; despite seeing this face umpteen times, her heart never failed to beat faster each time she looked at his beautiful face.

This was especially so with his side profile turned toward her, which made his high nose bridge and cheek bones look even more attractive. His sharp jawline was clearly the work of gods, adding elegance and class to his aura. He was bound to be the center of attention wherever he went.

Diana shifted her gaze away uneasily, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up her face. In a voice laced with guilt, she babbled, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.

“What did you think I meant?” Julian arched his brows, taking in her embarrassment as he asked deliberately, “Did the thought of both of us squeezing on this tiny hospital bed cross your mind?”

“Cough, cough, cough…!” Diana choked on the mouth of porridge she just took as embarrassment and ire crossed her face. “Julian Fulcher!”

could always make her forget her

he said in a deep voice as he stepped forward to gently pat her back. His deep voice was like a firecracker exploding right next to her ear as emotions raced through her heart. “Eat slowly,

like he was

truly felt that this

tease her so forthrightly

were in the past, it would look just like a married couple

But now…

across Diana’s face gradually faded. “I’m Kayla’s sister, and am

nothing happened. “Mr. Fulcher, please take note of your boundaries when talking to

meaning of being in an enclosed room with your future brother–in–law at a time like this, unceremoniously eating up the

this sudden talk

even want a sister

of his words in a huff, “When did I urge you to peel quail eggs

in your eyes,” Julian replied calmly. “You kept looking

fact, just thinking that he had a

or quail eggs, this was

bloated or nauseous, she took a few mouths, thinking that the protein and non–oily food would be good

Julian to point fingers first and accuse