Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 892

“Mrs. Fulcher.”

Yet, the moment Julian shot them a glare, no one dared to address her as that any longer.

Diana looked at the words at the entrance of the cemetery, and mumbled under her breath, “Fulcher Cemetery…”

She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to the man whose face was dark as hell. “Julian Fulcher, what exactly do you want by bringing me here?”

Cecilia was all she could think about right now. “You really shouldn’t have said what you said just now.”

Cecilia was going to be so sad.

The anger Julian had suppressed all the way here finally burst forth. He grabbed Diana’s chin viciously.

“Diana Winnington, cut the act!”

Did she think that as long as she pretended not to recognize this place and know who was buried right here, he would be fooled by her?

His grip was so strong, Diana felt her jaw almost dislocate. However, she couldn’t even struggle against his hold. She could only stare at him in disbelief.

came to Richburgh and went to his house with gifts to look

glared at him with

of Simon and everything that happened over the past three years, pain shot through Julian’s chest. He said mockingly, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to by picking today of all days to invite Cecilia to your studio. You just don’t want to see

with Cecilia, and to

where it hurt the most, provoke him in a way that riled him up most effectively, and

to the ocean waves, crashing into him

complete daze. She didn’t expect Julian to twist her good intentions to this

few days ago, when she first heard Julian proposing to meet at her studio today, at her studio, she belatedly realized that he cared very much

to suppress the pain and indignation she felt, and asked,

keep saying “today of all

Hah.

was she still acting

Fine!

bring her to

if she could still carry on

away.

all his sorrow and anger over the past three years as he strode across

Here.

They were finally here.