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.

Diana stared at the glass door for a long time without returning

true they were married and used to be intimate and sweet with each other, but with the imminent divorce, wasn’t it wrong for Julian to take off his

since he had a toned, muscled body that was difficult to forget or ignore, even if she closed her eyes. She was the only one who knew

that her pajamas were properly on her, she lowered her head to

couch.

she had to deal with all the pins and check to see if there was any damage to the fabric. It was a tedious task, and she wasn’t keen on staying up to do it; unfortunately for her,

no choice.

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 this troublesome

the couch. If she went over there to deal with the shirt, she would have to turn on the main light. She was certain

didn’t matter. Diana thought it over and decided she would still do it on the bed. If Julian wanted

like she did. They had used

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 swaying in the wind;

a hint

in her hands and throw it out. However, this shirt was a product of her tears and blood, so she couldn’t