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?

eyes as she looked at their

made the floor very wet, he managed to lighten Diana’s workload. She quickly kept the

a hot shower

on the other hand, stayed awake the

simply laid next to

had brought him

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

seeing Diana holding a mop when

clearly the one who suggested having her do the tasks of a nanny, cleaning up the house to cover the cost of her eating and living

act drunk and

He…

dare to admit that he was

he just stop her from cleaning up and make her return to her

go to

figure

aching that badly to begin

he sensed that Kayla kept trying

downed a glass of iced water and went back to the guest room he had been

wanted to follow behind Julian, but he

speed of light as doubt flashed

room, his

bit of alcohol couldn’t