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.

door for a long time without returning

other, but with the imminent divorce, wasn’t

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

her head to get rid of such thoughts. Ensuring that her pajamas

couch.

but 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

no choice.

and slept more. She had also replenished more energy with her hearty

a little restless.

convenient for her to deal with this

the shirt, she would have to turn on the main

the bed. If Julian wanted to complain more, she would

Julian exited the bathroom, smelling like she did. They had used the same body wash, one with a pine scent that smelled delightful

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 swaying

hint of panic in

was 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 and blood, so she couldn’t allow Julian