Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 216

Finally, Kayla stood next to him and cajoled him in a low voice. That was when Julian finally put the mop down and obediently left the living room with her.

But before he left, he took a deep look at Diana.

“You…” He stretched his hand out, his eyes turning redder and redder by the minute. “You…”

He repeated that many times before finally shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I got the wrong person.‘

Then he turned around and leaned against Kayla as they left the living room. “Kayla, you can’t do such chores. My heart will ache for you. Don’t do them.”

Kayla continued cajoling him in her gentle, low voice. “Yes, I know you dote on me the most. I promise you I won’t do them, okay?”

“Okay…” His voice dragged on, as if he were acting coquettish around her.

It was very different from his usual low voice.

Julian had gotten drunk before, but he had never been so off–guard before.

He treated Diana and Kayla very differently indeed.

Diana could still feel the warmth of his hand on the mop, but she knew that his warmth didn’t belong to her.

The one his heart ached for and the one he desired to dote on had always been Kayla Winnington.

But why?

past her eyes as she looked at their

the floor very wet, he managed to lighten Diana’s workload. She quickly kept the cleaning equipment and returned to

hot shower and fell right asleep before

the other hand, stayed awake

simply laid next to

brought him to

everyone in the villa was working for him, so he wasn’t afraid that Grandma would hear about what

upon seeing Diana holding

one who suggested having her do the tasks of a nanny, cleaning up the house to cover the

act drunk and snatch the

He…

even dare to admit that he

stop her from cleaning

he go

figure

which wasn’t aching that badly to begin with, began throbbing with severe

his bleary state, he sensed that Kayla kept trying to lean

up, switched the lights on, downed a glass of iced water and went back to the

behind Julian, but he didn’t

the speed of light as doubt flashed past her eyes. Julian Fulcher,

he returned to his room, his eyes turned bright

bit of alcohol couldn’t