Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 635

But now, everything was so calm that Diana turned anxious.

She thought for a long time, but she couldn’t come up with any retort. Every word from Julian’s lips struck her heart and echoed in her mind.

“Julian…” Her voice was slightly hoarse as she looked at him cautiously and touched his fingertips gently. “Please don’t be angry.”

Julian could sense her attempt to please him. As he felt her fingertips brush against his, most of the anger in his heart had already dissipated.

He didn’t blame her.

The fact she had these strange thoughts stemmed from his failure to provide enough security to her.

To begin with, everything was his fault.

However, he had no intention of easily forgiving her.

He maintained an icy poker face, and sighed with great disappointment. “We’ll talk about our problems later.”

Then, he shifted his gaze and directed his anger toward Kayla once again.

His eyes were akin to a shroud, enveloping her in complete darkness. It seemed to perceive the gloom of a morgue wherever it fell, and it sent shivers down her spine.

similar to that of venomous snakes slithering all over her, which made her skin

Julian’s anger, even when he hadn’t done anything, the pressure was such that she wished could die

wonder only Hans had been daring enough to accept her proposal when she first arranged Diana

Wait…

That’s right, Hans!

could she have forgotten

hoarse voice, “It was Hans! It was all his fault! He

it all! You should punish him,

address Madam Fulcher as an

for me. It’s the same with Luke. Sometimes, I don’t

Eliminate…?

way of putting

face turned ashen. “He’s…dead?

“Correct.”

answered. Seeing that Julian was reluctant to speak up and demand her babies’ ashes from Kayla, her anxiety spiked. She feared Kayla would be as stubborn as a mule and remain

to give

gory narration Noel gave her regarding Hans’s death to Kayla. The horrifyingly bloody scenes were one thing to hear in the bright and spacious hospital room, but quite another in this gloomy

with Diana’s shrill voice; enveloped by the gloom of the place, her voice echoed

to hand over the ashes, your fate will be worse