Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 579

Diana agreed with this point.

But Julian probably didn’t care as much for her compared to Madam Fulcher, and his obsession with Kayla seemed to have reached a maddening level.

“I don’t dare make any baseless speculations anymore,” Diana said.

Ultimately, her trust in him was completely shattered by disappointment after disappointment.

Madam Fulcher naturally noticed Diana’s feelings. Instead of immediately discussing the phone call with Julian, she calmly brought up Diana’s birthday. “Do you remember the sign saying ‘Dogs like Julian are not allowed inside’?”

Diana was surprised at the abrupt change in topic, and a faint bitterness resurfaced in her heart.

“Yes, I do.”

Madam Fulcher smiled kindly and said, “Julian made it himself and placed it at the door because he knew you didn’t want to see him. He did it so you could have a peaceful birthday in my home.”

Diana felt her determination waver; the shattered parts of her heart seemed to piece themselves back together slowly by some magical force.

‘ Despite the sign at the door, Julian still entered the old mansion.”

Diana knew this. She had returned that day and had a conversation with him, after all.

had been curious at the time. Could Julian not see such a

she got her answer

ease, it didn’t matter if he became a dog.” Madam Fulcher’s face visibly brightened as she went on. “You see, he

me,’

was it possible for Julian to have

was a proud and dignified man, esteemed to the point that the entire Richburgh would revolve around him with just a wave of his

he utter such self-deprecating

Madam Fulcher, someone he

compared to a dog. On that day, he entered the courtyard of

wonder Diana felt like she

Julian would become

words he had said to her face, as these actions that had truly happened felt incredibly genuine to her; she didn’t need to speculate about the truthfulness of his words. She just needed to know and remember that when

heart softened even more. “And

in Julian was slowly being

us that

point, Madam Fulcher burst into

curiosity. “And what

that impatient to know?” Madam Fulcher asked teasingly,

retort, but thinking about that glorious man and her entanglement with him, she corrected her habit of