Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 165

By the time everything was cleaned up and settled, it was already ten at night.

Diana’s appetite had gotten better as her nausea and retching had decreased recently. She would crave something spicy and sour if she wasn’t sleeping at this hour, such as sour and spicy noodles or soup…

If the dish had more chili and vinegar, it would be delicious for her and dispel the urge to throw up. However, these kinds of food were merely junk food to Madam Fulcher and Julian. From the beginning of the marriage, she wouldn’t get to eat any of those dishes unless she went out with Nina.

Julian thought the food wasn’t hygienic. Plus, as Mrs. Fulcher, Diana needed to be mindful of her image.. Others were bound to make a big deal if she ate such cheap food.

Madam Fulcher would retire early for the night when Diana lived at the old mansion. When her craving was particularly intense, she would order takeaway in secret. It was easy to do so back then, and she wouldn’t be caught. Yet, here….

Looking at the brightly lit study, Diana somewhat regretted moving back in.

She thought about ignoring her cravings at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. She could almost taste the spicy and sourness on her tongue. If she didn’t eat it tonight, her stomach would churn uncomfortably!

Oh, what a heartbreaking craving!

in, calling for takeaway in secret. When placing her order, she included a note for the delivery person to contact her directly and not to

call and rushed

at how Diana had acted. What was she up to? Did she

eyes, he

cheerfully spoke to whoever was on the

they were still in a happy

irritation burst through him. He marched toward them.

clearly excited

the point where they couldn’t even put up a simple act?

at Diana, and noted she clutched something to her chest like it was precious to her heart before disappearing around the corner. Anger still coursing through his veins, he called the guard at the

cap off the man’s head.

and froze when the

delivery boy was confused at the turn of events, and he trembled at

poor boy could barely string words together and finally felt silent at Julian’s deathly glare. The guard studied the man and finally took pity

that all delivery people drove sportscars and wore black suits and white gloves. He had a hard time

he confirmed the boy’s appearance before telling the guard to release him. “What did you deliver to