Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 410

But…there was no reason for Oliver to buy her anything!

Diana was about to refuse when Fanny continued, “Consider this my investment, just that my brother is paying for it.”

The more Oliver listened, the more a strange feeling grew in his heart.

“Fanny, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your brain?”

She had repeatedly referred to him as her brother; he was close to having goosebumps if she did it a few more times.

“You’ve always wanted me to acknowledge you that way, didn’t you?” Fanny said, quickly seeing through his thoughts. “Now that I’m doing it, you’re saying there’s something wrong with me? Ugh! You’re the one with a problem, okay?”

After saying that, Fanny pushed them into a luxury brand shop.

“Come on, let’s pick out some clothes first!”

Then, she turned to Oliver and asked, “Are you paying or not?”

Oliver laughed in a helpless manner. “Didn’t you say it just now? You invest, and I foot the bill. Of course I’ll pay.”

Even with the sunglasses blocking her eyes, Diana could tell that there was a glint of mirth in Fanny’s eyes.

did, the more

recalled that Fanny was adopted. There shouldn’t

it seemed he didn’t

too…appeared to be the

to have the

of lovers as oblivious as them in

out a laugh

walked out of the fitting room, her black hair fell on her back like a cascading waterfall. Coupled with her gentle

her fair share of beautiful women, but Diana was on

However, it wasn’t enough.

and pick something out for Diana. Let’s see if a through–and–through man’s

he took one look at Diana and went forward anyway, carefully

arrived at SK Mall. He came today because he wanted to buy some clothes for Diana. When he saw her at the Winnington residence’s entrance just now, he

lines to deliver their current season clothes to the hospital for her to choose from. With that thought

average height and had a fair complexion, which made her

him of

Diana caused his usually cool face to

manager quickly recognized Julian, and hurried forward to greet him. “Hello, Mr. Fulcher. What are

clothes,” Julian replied, his voice clear and cold as he stood before a row of women’s attire, carefully