Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 87

In three weeks…

Another three more weeks, and she need not kick him away or be put in a difficult spot. He would leave her even quicker than she wanted him to.

When that time comes, Julian Fulcher wouldn’t exist in her world anymore.

Diana buried her face in the pillow, silently rubbing away the tears in her eyes.

She wanted this to be the last time she cried for him.

It would also be the last time she remembered all the good things about him.

In less than five minutes‘ time, Julian returned to her room once again. Diana felt the side of her bed sink down, and felt him pulling an additional sheet up her body. “The weather turned chilly today. Your hands and feet turn cold easily at night.”

He used to always put her feet on his body, but now…

“Cover yourself with more sheets. It’ll make you feel warmer.”

“Okay, thank you.” She clenched her fists tighter and refused to turn to look at him.

Julian stood right where he was. “I’ll be off, then?”

“Okay.” Diana’s voice was sullen. Her cold feet felt like ice and she shrunk them back into the depths of the sheets. Julian could tell that she was trying to warm herself up.

“You need to learn to take good care of yourself.” Julian rubbed his nose, trying to stop himself from stepping forward and helping her warm her feet. Instead, he turned around and left the ward.

She wasn’t the woman he was in love with. The longer he was with Diana, the more he wanted to tease her.

However, he knew that wasn’t fair to Diana at all.

It was better for him to avoid her and go to Kayla instead. That was what he should do.

His footsteps disappeared into the distance, and it was only when silence ensued in the corridor outside that Diana poked her head out from under the sheets and stared at the second layer of sheets on the bed in a daze.

It was made of velvet fabric.

The sheets weren’t heavy at all, but it felt like a heavy weight on her heart. The tears that fell felt heavy, too.

Julian Fulcher…

She mumbled sullenly in her heart, ‘If you don’t love me, why are you always provoking me?‘

Suddenly, Diana got off the bed and trotted up the stairs like a lively hummingbird. She flew toward him right before Julian got into his car. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Julian saw her running toward him and lurched forward swiftly, catching her in his arms.

They were locked in a tight embrace, as if trying to capture the remnant warmth of the summer day.

She grabbed the opportunity to ask, “If you didn’t want to have kids with me, why did you pretend to want kids when you were with me over the past three years?”

Was he taking her for a fool, or…was he trying to bring her warmth, just as he did with the velvet blanket and hand–peeled quail eggs?

She desperately hoped that it was the former.

If that were so, she wouldn’t behave like the rash idiot that she was in front of him.

But Julian’s laughter sounded so bright. He even took off his jacket and covered her shoulders with it before carrying her back to the ward. “Because I want to see you happy.”

“Liar.” Diana exposed him without hesitation. “If you wanted to see me happy, you’d never mention a divorce, and wouldn’t cruelly…kill off all hope when you knew how much I wanted a child.”

Julian didn’t respond to her accusation.

He felt regret at coming to the hospital when he sensed the weather turning cold. He clearly didn’t like her, and simply saw her as a replacement…

The thought made Julian come up with all sorts of excuses for his behavior. He looked solemnly at Diana as he carried her from the cold autumn air into the warm ward. “I’m not lying. I truly want to see you happy.”

Diana’s happy smile looked just like Kayla’s.

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