Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 180

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 180

This was the second time Julian discovered the difference in the two sisters‘ appearance.

In the end, they still looked alike.

If they didn’t look alike, Diana wouldn’t have the opportunity to be in this room right now, and he wouldn’t have brought her into the Fulcher family three years ago.

So why…

Oftentimes than not, he would feel like the two were becoming less and less similar.

Feeling inexplicably frustrated, Julian unbuttoned his shirt in front of Diana. “Shut up. I’m going to take a shower.”

Hopefully, when he was done, Diana would be asleep.

It was already late. She shouldn’t be messing around with that shirt! Wouldn’t working on the clothing this late affect her health? Must she insist on harming her body so that she could blame him for it, saying that it was the aftermath of the abortion he forced on her?

Julian shot her a condescending look, as if she had done something unforgivable. Thankfully, he said nothing else and went straight into the bathroom.

However, Diana stared at the glass door for a long time without returning to her senses.

It was true they were married and used to be intimate and sweet with each other, but with the imminent divorce, wasn’t it wrong for Julian to take off his clothes in front of Diana that way?

Especially since he had a toned, muscled body that was difficult to forget or ignore, even if she closed her eyes. She was the only one who knew Julian’s body best and how wonderful it felt, after all.

Annoyance flashed across her face, and Diana shook her head to get rid of such thoughts. Ensuring that her pajamas were properly on her, she lowered her head to gently caress her stomach before looking toward the

couch.

She really did want to sleep, but she had to deal with all the pins and check to see if there was any damage to the fabric. It was a tedious task, and she wasn’t keen on staying up to do it; unfortunately for her, there was

She was afraid of the man’s domineering nature; and if she didn’t listen to his words, he would grab the shirt in her hands and throw it out. However, this shirt was a product of her tears and blood, so she couldn’t allow Julian to do that.

She was in full defensive mode as Julian stepped out of the bathroom, ready to lash out if necessary as she looked at Julian with a hostile expression.

The man who had just exited the bathroom sensed her emotions, and a bewildered look flashed across his face. The unusual expression only served to make his icy–cold features even more alluring, and he suddenly seemed to see through her thoughts without needing to probe further.

“Go ahead and do your thing. I won’t throw it out,” Julian said, chuckling.

To put it bluntly, she had designed and made that shirt for him.

Of course he wouldn’t throw it out.

After saying that, he toweled his hair and picked up a hairdryer before moving toward Diana. To her surprise, he said, “We’ll sleep in the bed together tonight.‘