Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 800

Thankfully, Julian didn’t pursue the matter.

If he did, Noel would have been in deep trouble.

Noel sent them into the house. “Please head upstairs first. I’ll head out to buy something.”

Diana thought he wanted to buy something for himself, and didn’t ask any further.

A while later, he brought back bags of fruits and some nutritional products.

When Mrs. Lay opened the door to let him in, Diana almost jumped back in fright by the sheer amount of things Noel bought.

“Madam, you need to load up on nutrition.”

Julian could only get better if Diana got better.

If Julian got better, things would start looking up for all of them who served Julian.

There wasn’t much space to begin with; with all the things that Noel brought, the space felt even more cramped.

“I can’t finish them all. You bought so many things!” Diana said. “I appreciate the thought, but please don’t leave these things here.”

How could Noel let that happen?

He waved his hands profusely as he walked toward the exit, as if he were fleeing for his life. “Leave them all here, just leave them all here.”

had a feeling these things wouldn’t go to

jumped in and persuaded Diana as well. “He probably

terrible that you knelt.”

He’ll feel better

words shocked Diana

Mrs. Lay to know

them blamed

even trying to find ways to make it up

any case, she no longer felt so resistant toward the people

Mrs. Lay to rest for a while. “Have a

not tired.” Mrs. Lay poured Diana a

disinfect the

the twins to come in contact with germs which might

out of it and

that, Mrs. Lay was being

in the water level of Diana’s cup, she

moment Diana furrowed her brows, Mrs. Lay would immediately come by and ask if

displayed made Diana feel as if she was the one who paid money and engaged

and power the Fulcher wielded, the quality of their servants was

probably why Mrs. Lay and Noel respected her so

at all used to the attention both Mrs. Lay and Noel were

house and, for the first time, felt troubled over the sheer amount of things in her house.” How

food go to waste. “Mrs. Lay, please take