Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 172

“Stubborn,” Julian muttered. He watched as Diana was about to drift off to sleep again and was confused.‘ Have you lost your mind from hunger?”

They were in this situation, yet she still didn’t know how to say anything nice to him.

Diana snorted at his question. “No, I’m not hungry.”

When she said that, her eyes sparkled brightly as if she was telling the complete truth. As soon as the words left her mouth, her stomach rumbled loudly.

Of course she was hungry! The baby was hungry too!

For the past two days, she had eaten all the snacks she could find in the room, which helped her maintain her body functions. But she couldn’t find anything this afternoon, so she decided to sleep.

If she was still in this situation, she planned to call Madam Fulcher and ask her to come for a meal. That way, Diana could eat with the pretense that everything was normal.

She didn’t expect Julian to come into her room tonight with Kayla. The sight of them standing together, annoyed her, especially when she recalled Julian’s history of protecting Kayla. The hurt she felt brought much more harm than starving.

For the sake of her physical and mental health, Diana decided not to deal with them. However, it seemed that Julian was reluctant to leave. He looked at Kayla and said, “Do me a favor.”

whispered something in her ear.

have to look at the face

to not have heard her stomach rumble and asked Julian, “Why

for you

as you want,” Diana replied

anything wrong, so

were that Julian’s hopes were going to be

could feel the acute hunger

to the room with a cart

widened. “What are

much,” Julian said when he heard the movement behind him. The smile on his face widened and he turned to help Kayla set up the meal on the coffee

door. It’s time

was the

”

and would never eat in the bedroom, even if someone were to beat

the bedroom whenever he wasn’t around! But… When she ate her takeaway in the bedroom a couple of days ago, he hadn’t

said, giving her a look as he opened the container lid while listing out the food on the table. “Hmm. Meatballs,