Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Diana thought she had mistaken it.

She rubbed her eyes, and looked harder. This time, she was sure that the man downstairs was without a doubt James Winnington!

His smoking pose was exactly the same!

When Diana first arrived at the Winningtons’ residence, James had looked just like that, with his brows furrowed. Every other smoker held his cigarette between the index and third finger, while he held his between his ring and little finger. It made for an exceptionally silly sight.

But his solemn face and proper dressing made one neglect that strange feature, although his posture remained etched in people’s minds.

It was precisely that posture that allowed Diana to recognize him at that moment, despite being so many levels above him.

Feeling troubled, she put aside the binoculars that the hotel prepared for her and opened the door, with the intention of heading downstairs.

That dazed look in her eyes frightened Betty somewhat.

Her hair was still damp and the wet ends of her hair hung over her shoulders, making her shirt wet. In the past, Diana would have urged her to get changed into a new shirt, so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable in wet clothes.

But this time, Diana kept looking out the window. Her legs instinctively moved toward the door. She didn’t even say anything about where Betty should go.

in a small voice, “where are

and Betty felt rather tired. She didn’t want to head out again.

be all alone in this huge

back to reality upon hearing her daughter’s cautious yet vulnerable voice. Although finding her biological father was important, she couldn’t prioritize that over

might be a very important clue, but she couldn’t neglect

and caressed Betty’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I just

the Winnington family. Diana didn’t intend to take Betty

now that she saw James, Diana immediately thought of how much

fact, the three of them

was truly a surname that disgusted her to

really managed to find her biological father, the first

sleep, she looked downstairs

know where James

Hughes’s car used to drive her and

James again in

fine if she didn’t. She now knew that he was in

in bed, rubbing her belly. She pondered over what she would say