Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 217

Busy people have poor memories indeed.

Wasn’t he the one who forbade the kitchen from giving her breakfast?

Now that she made breakfast herself, she wasn’t willing to eat at home, much less fight with him over it. She would rather head out and get breakfast herself.

“Mr. Fulcher.” Diana looked at him and said solemnly, “I was serious about what I said at the steamboat restaurant. I hope we don’t talk or get involved too much with each other unless absolutely necessary.”

So she could avoid situations such as sharing a meal at a table as much as possible.

“As for how we can prevent Grandma from realizing that something is wrong, I’ll leave that to you.” Diana glanced at Kayla and said emphatically to her, “I really want the divorce.”

To the point that she couldn’t wait for it to happen.

She truly didn’t want to clean up the house, make breakfast for them, and always see them together.

Diana left in a huff.

Julian, on the other hand, looked even angrier than she was. He picked up a sandwich and asked Mr. Carter, Is this the breakfast she made?”

It looked pretty good.

Carter nodded.

his spoon on the table. “It looks absolutely

glanced at Kayla and began standing up to leave the table and get changed. “I’ll

up, slightly taken aback by how picky Julian was. Truth

since Julian suggested going out, she

in her hands and

the villa,

had been waiting

that Julian arranged for her, she realized that hailing a cab in

rush to get to work, she had to call for a cab while walking, but

Rolls Royce drove toward her, and Diana recognized that it was Julian’s car. She was shocked to see that he had finished breakfast so quickly,

official wife, had

down and

at him and Kayla. He instructed

hit a puddle from the drain and sent

on

she naturally

but she would certainly be late for work if she headed back for a change of clothes. By the time she looked back, the black Rolls Royce had

red as she gritted her teeth

wanted to call Julian

the opposite side. Were things finally