Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 177

It wasn’t long before Julian came into the bedroom. When he didn’t see Diana and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, he turned back to the cupboard where the shirt Diana had made was

located.

Although it wasn’t finished, he could clearly see how well the shirt matched his appearance.

Julian had worn many custom–made shirts, but none had given him such a strong sense of amazement as this one did. From the smallest detail of the cuffs to the color and even the stitches that were too dense to be seen, the tailoring of the shirt was unique. It was hard to deny that he was impressed with Diana’s design and practical talent.

Even after three years of marriage, he had no idea that Diana had such great design talent. He was even looking forward to how he would look in this shirt.

However… No matter how good it looked, it was just a shirt.

For him to have such a strong expectation and interest in a piece of clothing was simply…

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and he turned around to look. Before he could see anything, the door slammed shut!

heart raced in her

Julian

looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her hair was still wet. Water was dripping from her hair down to her collarbone, and her nightgown was already slightly damp from

white. It was also thin to the point of transparency. Julian had been abroad on a business trip and had

awakened the

what had happened back then, but that wasn’t the

thrown away? How did this nightgown end up in

Even worse than wearing

lord, she was done

wearing, which seemed transparent enough that she looked like she wasn’t wearing anything. She was sorely tempted to ram her head

the bathroom door

some discomfort, and I’m stinking up the room

she meant was, please don’t sleep

the implication. “Neither of us will be leaving

is something I have to accomplish this time, so you better not try anything that will make Grandma

was speechless. She had to admit that Julian was really confident… Confidently wrong, that is! At this point, he was