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.

glass door for a

were married and used to be intimate and sweet with each other, but with the imminent divorce,

or ignore, even if she closed her eyes. She was the only one who knew Julian’s body

her pajamas were properly on her, she lowered her

couch.

she had to deal with all the pins and check to see if there was any damage to the fabric. It was

no choice.

past two days and slept more. She had also replenished

a little restless.

her to deal

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

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

short while later, Julian exited the bathroom, smelling like she did. They had used the same body wash,

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 swaying in the

a hint

afraid of the man’s domineering nature; and if she 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