Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Diana leaned against Julian’s chest, gasping for breath. Her small face was flushed from exhaustion.

Julian feared hurting her with too much movement, so he quickly resumed massaging her to relax her muscles.

Diana lay half-reclined on the bed, comfortably enjoying the fruits placed within her reach.

“Is your knee hurting?” Julian asked.

He originally hesitated to bring up the topic, but he couldn’t hold back.

“In the future, don’t kneel for anyone. If I’m not around, let Noel handle things. If Noel can’t handle it, just leave it be. You can’t continue to neglect yourself like this.”

He held her knee, gently moving it back and forth. What Diana had suffered in the Jarvises’ residence was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil she was experiencing now.

A spark of defiance lit up in her eyes. In Julian’s presence, she was undoubtedly the boss, and she adopted a commanding tone.

“What are you implying? Should I just ignore you if you get into trouble in the future? Am I that heartless in your eyes?”

Julian’s hands never stopped massaging her, but his voice suddenly turned melancholic. “I’d rather you were heartless.”

If she was heartless, she wouldn’t have kneeled. She wouldn’t have injured herself on the forehead. She wouldn’t have been running around while pregnant.

all be yours. What are you afraid of? Just don’t bother with

more Julian spoke, the more out of

and refused to let him continue massaging. She raised her foot and placed it on his neck.” Go ahead and die! If you die, it’ll be just me and the children.

He dared not say anything more that might upset her. Instead, he focused

“I don’t want to die. I won’t die so easily. I’m just

hoped she wouldn’t do anything risky. Her primary duty should

regret remarrying me?” Julian

wrong with

rolled over to press him beneath her. She held his cheeks between her hands and asked, “Why do you keep talking about so many random things today? Is it a side effect of

has nothing to

been feeling quite comfortable after taking the medication so far, although he remained

but to seek Jim’s assistance. These unapproved drugs flowing in his bloodstream did

his priority was to stay

“What is it, then?”

Mrs.

about material hardships, but rather,

keep feeling anxious. I thought that if I really died by Enzo’s hand, then you and the

“Stop talking.”