Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Diana had to admit, Julian’s features were attractive no matter where he was. Even though she didn’t think too much about it, she felt uncomfortable when Julian’s deep eyes were fixed on her.

His presence in this room was simply too overwhelming.

Clearing her throat, Diana waited for the man to leave. When it was clear he had no intention of doing so, asked seriously, “It’s already late. Why aren’t you leaving?”

Julian seemed more surprised than her when she voiced her question as if she had said something

pathetically stupid. “We’re not divorced yet.”

she

The man was more serious than her as he explained, “If we stay in different rooms right after reconciling,

how would it look to Grandma?”

Grandma would instantly know that they had lied. Julian’s words did make sense…in a way.

Still, something was still weird. Plus, Diana didn’t want to sleep on the same bed that Kayla had slept in. She quickly said, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

The couch could be pulled out to be a small single bed. Though it wasn’t big, it was comfortable enough for one person. Diana quickly thought about it and knew it would work, so she turned around to get a quilt from the cupboard.

Snap!

The room suddenly went dark.

“It’s late,” Julian’s low voice came through the darkness. “Hurry up

and sleep.‘

Diana was speechless. Sure, he could sleep since he was already in bed, but what about her?! She hadn’t even

had time to make her bed!

Having been plunged into darkness so abruptly, Diana couldn’t get her eyes to adjust so quickly and didn’t dare move for fear of tripping over something. She stood stiffly in place as she waited for her eyes to adjust.

Snap!

There was no denying it. She resented his touch.

Julian’s eyes turned cold, and a snort followed. It was soft enough that Diana thought she had misheard it, but she didn’t have time to think about it as she heard Julian throw himself on the couch bed, and he let out a soft hiss.

He had bumped the wound on his back when he landed on the couch. It was still a little bruised from where Diana had pushed him at the hospital, and he had hit the lock. Throwing himself on the couch was unwise as he hit the corner of it…

Ugh. It hurt.

However, Diana didn’t even come over to check on him.

“Tsk. Good intentions are always misunderstood, aren’t they?” Julian grumbled under his breath.

Anger flared

up when he recalled how Diana had taken a step back at his outstretched hands. He rolled over on the couch with the intention to sleep facing inward.

However, the two buttons of his pajamas were still unbuttoned.