Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 668

Judging by the height and build of the figure, it wasn't Clifford.

Instead, the figure seemed somewhat familiar.

Thinking that, Diana wasn't as afraid anymore and shouted loudly, "Is that you, Simon?"

Against the light, she couldn't see anything except the tall silhouette. However, the figure clearly stiffened for a moment.

She thought it was because she had guessed correctly, and continued, "I knew you’d come back for me!"

After hearing her words, the figure still remained unmoved. The surroundings were still dark, and Luke's white memorial portrait seemed to flicker in front of her, as if it had a light source.

However, the figure in front of her remained still.

Was it not Simon? Was it instead the person she least wanted to see right now, Clifford?

The marriage arranged between Diana and the old man of the Pabian family, which Kate and James had mentioned once, resurfaced in Diana’s mind at that very instant.

If the person who had come really was Clifford, could she survive the night?

Diana began to feel afraid. The nausea and fear she had experienced when Luke molested her on the subway came rushing back. She wished she could break the glass and jump out of the room!

In fact, she tried to do just that. Only, she couldn't find any suitable tools at hand. In her desperation, she decided to smash the glass with her own hands.

But then came a loud shout. "What are you doing?!"

The voice was too familiar, and it was one that she missed so much.

Even though they had only been apart for just a day, it felt like forever.

"I no longer have to pretend to love you."

His final sentence was deathly calm, but there was a powerful force behind them. It instantly shattered the sweet tranquility they had enjoyed over the past few days.

Diana was completely dumbfounded, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over her head. She looked at him, her arms outstretched awkwardly. A strained smile hung on her lips.

"Julian... What's wrong with you?"

Julian didn't even look at her or answer her question. He simply stepped aside, indicating that she was allowed to leave the room.

When his gaze fell briefly upon Luke's memorial portrait, deep disgust flashed in his eyes.

Yet another strange emotion was obscuring his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to discern his true thoughts.