Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 1071

Chapter 1071

Diana felt somewhat relieved, and continued toward the next station for her transfer.

Unbeknownst to her, Julian was sitting across from her and observing from a distance. He was afraid of being noticed when she got closer.

Diana had appeared uneasy on the subway earlier, constantly looking around. Julian was cautious not to get too close, but he had still arranged for a bodyguard to follow Diana.

She had encountered trouble on the subway before. Moreover, what happened with Matt had yet to be completely resolved. Julian couldn't let Diana go without someone watching over her.

As for himself, he exited the subway station and got into a black Rolls-Royce. He arrived at the agreed-upon location ahead of Diana.

Just like before, he chose a private room with curtains. The cuisine here was light, and a suitable diet for her recuperation. As for the curtains, they would provide a solid barrier between him and Diana, separating the two of them even though they were in the same room. Each would dine in their own space, though they were in the same room.

When Diana entered, her first glance went to Mr. Whatever’s feet. The shoes he wore were exactly as Betty had described!

She couldn't comprehend why Julian insisted on meeting her in disguise.

"Did you hear what Shiloh Stewart said? Is the real reason I left three years ago why you were afraid to meet me?" Diana asked on the spot, offering the most reasonable explanation she could think of.

At the same time, she had no intention of continuing to pretend they were just an investor and an investment. Emotions were emotions, and money was money. She planned to repay all the money he had invested in her—both the principal and the interest, according to the contract. She had the ability to do so.

Her studio had been thriving lately, and the custom clothes she designed were gaining a growing reputation. Not only had it gained popularity in the city, but even people from abroad were placing orders online through her website.

Only by settling the looming issue of their engagement could he stand before her with honor. Only then could he offer her a future that truly repaid her for everything she had sacrificed for him three years ago.

His voice remained calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations. "Ms. Winnington, I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch what you were saying.-

Diana was growing frustrated. Julian clearly didn't want to admit his true identity, and was still trying to communicate with her under the guise of Mr. Whatever. She glanced at the curtain separating them, the bland cuisine on the table, and his voice, which had obviously been altered.

Was all of this a deliberate ploy? What was the purpose of such a calculated approach?

"Ms. Winnington, please have a seat," Julian insisted, keeping his persona of Mr. Whatever and using a voice modulator, just as before. "We can discuss the investment returns at our own pace."

To him, Diana was merely playing along without much thought.