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 secret. When placing her order, she included a

order, she finally received a call and rushed down the stairs. She completely overlooked Julian, standing at the side of the

was she up to? Did she

his eyes, he slowly followed

and cheerfully spoke to whoever was on the other side after opening it. The look on her

when they were still in a

her betrayal, a spark of irritation burst through him. He marched toward them. He didn’t expect Diana not to return the same way

clearly excited about

even put up a simple act? Was Diana so

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 door. to detain the man about

snapped, pulling the cap off the man’s head. “I’m warning

himself off and froze when the man’s face came

he

glare. The guard studied the man and finally took pity

and he assumed that all delivery people drove sportscars and wore black suits and white gloves. He had a hard time wrapping his head around

he confirmed the boy’s appearance before telling the guard to release