Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 1384

The ladies found Diana incredibly beautiful.

No wonder their professor was spending so much effort on a pregnant woman!

“Over the years, the professor has never given anyone food he made himself,” the woman said, trying their best to portray Jim in the best light possible. “There are herbs in them, so the taste is extra special.

“They taste good, and are good for your health. Whenever you get hungry at night, feel free to take them to fill your stomach.”

No wonder Diana felt like the buns smelled special. Even the strong stench of the durians couldn’t mask that special scent.

“Okay,” Diana said with a smile. She turned her attention to a huge gift box on the floor. “What is that?”

“Birds' nests and bedsheets.”

The maids nodded at Diana as they spoke. With Diana’s permission, they entered the room to move everything slowly.

“These things are heavy. Please don’t touch them.”

They rolled up their sleeves and grabbed brushes and disinfectant liquid. One of them handed Diana a room card.

“We’ve cleaned the two rooms next door. Professor Hughes might go into the room on the right to relax and drink some tea. He won’t go into the room on the left. You can go in there anytime to rest.”

That was exactly what Diana could do right now. It would make it easier for them to clean her room.

Diana wasn’t a clean freak; she felt the room was fine, so long as it wasn’t dirty or messy. There was no need to go to the extent of ensuring that even the under sink pipes were clear of hair.

What’s more…

“My daughter is still in the bathroom.”

Diana began to understand why some of them gave way to her when she brought Betty back to the hotel just now. They had recognized her long ago.

This was a thorough demonstration of Jim’s thoughtfulness as a host.

It was an answer Diana expected.

Diana was relieved.

“I saw how all of you looked so nervous at the mention of his name, so I thought he was mistreating you.” She sighed in relief. “But Jim is such a nice man! He can’t possibly mistreat you.”

The maid smiled, not saying anything.

It was only when she turned around that the smile on her face vanished, replaced with a look of melancholy.

Thankfully, she didn’t say anything wrong just now. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to escape the fate of taking a black pill once she returned to the Hughes residence.

She didn’t want that. Everyone who took that black pill ended up in a terrible plight.

Every one of them signed an agreement before working for the Hughes household. That agreement wasn’t for maids or bodyguards, but rather, for people trialing drugs.