Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 597

At this time…

Kayla was distracted by his yelling, and her vision started drifting off.

She looked down, and saw Julian grabbing the dagger with his bare hands. Blood dripped down from his palms, no less than the blood he lost from blocking Diana from Kayla’s first attack.

Stark red blood flowed and trickled down.

“Julian Fulcher!” Kayla yelled at the top of her voice, as if not knowing the best way to vent her frustrations. The only thing she could do was to hold on tight to the dagger and thrust it forward.

Especially toward Diana.

Julian’s obsession was all because of Diana!

No matter what, Kayla knew she had to pierce this dagger through that b* tch!

Yet, Julian held on so tightly to the blade, letting blood flow, and refusing to let go.

“If you let go right now, I can spare your life,” Julian said as he continued gripping onto the dagger, as if he couldn’t feel pain.

gripped the dagger, the crazier Kayla

sneered. “How are you going to spare me?! I saved your life! You must bear this gratitude in mind

know that I hate it the most when someone threatens me?” Yet, he allowed himself to be threatened by her again and

precisely that gratitude Kayla spoke

because she saved

the gratitude he felt for her in the past had transformed

suffering Diana was forced to go through, coupled with the injuries she sustained today, flashed past Julian’s mind. The one he took care of meticulously for

body had become completely

covered in so many

probably

the abandoned estate to suffer when

more so… His babies, who died an

Kayla pay with her life the last time. Yet because of his gratitude for her saving his life, the most he could do…was strip her of her ability to

he had

gripped the dagger with increasing viciousness, and could almost hear the sound of the blade digging

his chest as

but he continued holding the dagger, pulling it in the direction that Kayla was aiming

harshly, “Stab me with this dagger! Since I owe

white gown was stained with bright red blood. As she looked down at her white dress that had turned red,

if looking down on a jestering clown. “Go on,