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?

her eyes as she looked

to lighten Diana’s workload. She quickly kept the cleaning equipment and returned to her

entire day’s work, she had a hot shower and fell right asleep before

on the other hand, stayed awake the

simply laid

had brought him to

villa was working for him, so he wasn’t afraid that Grandma would hear about what happened just

seeing Diana holding a mop when

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

why did he act drunk and snatch the mop

He…

even dare to admit that

just stop her from cleaning up and

did he go to such great

couldn’t figure it

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

his bleary state, he sensed that Kayla

a glass of iced water and went

follow behind Julian, but he

the speed of light as doubt flashed past

room, his eyes

of alcohol couldn’t bother