Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 180

This was the second time Julian discovered the difference in the two sisters‘ appearance.

In the end, they still looked alike.

If they didn’t look alike, Diana wouldn’t have the opportunity to be in this room right now, and he wouldn’t have brought her into the Fulcher family three years ago.

So why…

Oftentimes than not, he would feel like the two were becoming less and less similar.

Feeling inexplicably frustrated, Julian unbuttoned his shirt in front of Diana. “Shut up. I’m going to take a shower.”

Hopefully, when he was done, Diana would be asleep.

It was already late. She shouldn’t be messing around with that shirt! Wouldn’t working on the clothing this late affect her health? Must she insist on harming her body so that she could blame him for it, saying that it was the aftermath of the abortion he forced on her?

Julian shot her a condescending look, as if she had done something unforgivable. Thankfully, he said nothing else and went straight into the bathroom.

stared at the glass door for a long

with the imminent divorce,

difficult to forget or ignore, even if she closed her eyes. She was the only one who

Ensuring that her pajamas

couch.

all the pins and check to see if there was any damage to the fabric.

no choice.

good thing was that she had eaten less over the past two days and slept more. She had also replenished more energy with her hearty meal for

a little restless.

her to deal with

the shirt, she

matter. Diana thought it over and decided she would still do it on the bed. If Julian wanted to complain more, she would cross

like she did. They had used the same body wash, one with a pine scent that

she glanced at him without much thought. The hair on her forehead had fallen, and the two stubborn stands that always refused to cooperate easily covered her left cheek, adding a touch of softness to her face. Under the soft glow of the light, she looked like a small flower on the mountains

was also a hint

didn’t listen to his words, he would grab the shirt in her hands and throw it out. However, this shirt was a product of her tears and blood,