Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 234

Whenever Vans saw Julian, hesitation would arise in his heart as he would think about the babies. Regardless

of how Julian’s relationship with Diana was, Vans wanted to let his good friend know the truth. At the very least, he wanted Julian to have a choice.

To Vans, Julian’s insistence on forcing Diana to abort the baby was because thought it was Oliver’s.

Julian was simply jealous.

Once he knew the children were his, perhaps… Perhaps he would change his mind.

But if…if, as Diana said, Julian couldn’t tolerate any woman other than Kayla having his child, what would happen to the babies in Diana’s belly?

Recently, such thoughts would pop into Vans’s mind whenever he saw Julian. His heart would be torn in different directions.

And Julian could obviously tell something was wrong with his friend.

“The last two times we met, you look like you have something to tell me,” Julian said as he refilled his glass.

Vans froze and tried to deny it, but Julian kept on pressing.

“Here, drink up first.”

were too many things on Vans’s mind, and he failed to notice that Julian’s eyes were clearing up as time passed. Vans only cared about venting

“Okay.”

two continued drinking, and soon, they had finished two more bottles of whiskey. By then, Vans’s face had turned completely

always on an emergency call. He also had low high alcohol tolerance,

something very wrong with him in the past two times they met. Thus, he came up with the idea to drink with Vans. Vans didn’t have his guard up around Julian, and he had been fooled into drinking much more than usual. He was drunk to the point his face was plastered on the table; he couldn’t

Julian said, patting Vans’s

drunk as one could be, and Julian was even more certain than ever that his friend was hiding something from

What was it?

wasting time trying to figure out what others were thinking. When he couldn’t guess,

the other man could sober up, and

were many Julians in front of him. He choked as he tried to focus on Julian’s features. This

sorry,” Vans blurted out, gasping for breath as his heart constricted from

had Vans done to the point that he

said, “It’s okay. Just tell me what you did. There’s no need for apologies once

of compulsion. “It doesn’t matter what it is.

in Vans’s eyes. Just like when they were younger, Vans reached out to hug Julian and said through his tears,

like the world had been

continued along the same lines and asked again, “So tell me, what

brightened up suddenly. “You’re going