Julian’s Stand-In Wife

“He even said I couldn’t get him even if I wanted to. Well, I don’t even want him in the first place!”

“Cough, cough…” Nina pulled Diana’s shirt. “Err, Diana…”

“Don’t pull me.” Diana pushed Nina’s hand away, and continued complaining as she cleaned the house. “Don’t you think so too? His face looks like an ice mountain, so hard and cold and stubborn.

Where did he get that confidence to say that I’m into him?

My career’s doing much better than before, and I survived the challenging days of raising my children all by myself. I’m looking forward to better days ahead.

Why would I spend my day thinking of such a cold and stubborn old man?”

The thought almost made Diana laugh.

“No way, no way,” she said between giggles. “It’s impossible between us.”

The moment she said that, she heard someone reply through gritted teeth, “It better be that way.”

At once, Diana jumped in fright and looked up. “Why are you still around?”

Hadn’t he left already?

Where was Nina?

how she tricked Vans into stealing my toothbrush, so she scurried away like a

say anything for Nina to slink

give you this,” Julian said. He

something Sean had worn since

“lucky” carved

her son wanted to

smile on Diana’s face deepened. She immediately stood up to take the bracelet, as if

on the couch. The little bracelet

glared at him,

was indifferent. “Look for

to Sean! How can

and hard and harsh, after all. It

was stunned into

how he would always hear her speaking badly

begin with. It wouldn’t be good if things between them continued this

to him, and moved to the couch to look

left, but he felt stuffy and

Collina Villa, the fire in

sending the twins to their room. “Pay close attention. If Diana dares to come