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

more out of

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. Heartless

her unusual tone, Julian knew she was genuinely angry. He dared not say anything more that might upset

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

his own safety, he hoped she wouldn’t do

remarrying me?” Julian

with you

beneath her. She held his cheeks between her hands and asked, “Why do you keep talking about so many

nothing to

taking the medication so far, although he remained wary of Jim’s

Jim’s assistance. These unapproved drugs flowing in his bloodstream did pose significant

priority was to stay

“What is it, then?”

Professor Lemmington’s passing, Mrs. Lemmington had a

wasn’t about material hardships, but

if I really died by Enzo’s hand, then

“Stop talking.”