Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 777

She called his name once more.

Her voice was mesmerizing, wrapping around Julian’s heart like a twine.

His long fingers slid down her lower back as he mumbled in a low voice, “Diana Winnington, what do I do with you?”

He couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

But he couldn't love her.

His words were too amorous.

Diana instinctively took a few steps back as she looked at him with fear. “Don’t come close to me.”

Each time he drew nearer to her, she never failed to feel a strong sense of attraction to him.

Julian standing in the narrow hallway suddenly made her feel like the tiny hallway was as vast as the ocean.

As much as she wasn’t desperate for romance, it was hard remaining ambivalent toward his outstanding appearance.

He was just too outstanding.

Diana fingers intertwined as panic and shame at her own thoughts filled her eyes.

“Simon Channing…” He finally broke the silence and turned away from her flushed face, suppressing the urge to take her right there and then. He asked, “Did he threaten you three years ago?”

Three years ago?

She couldn’t remember a single thing.

But Simon couldn’t possibly have threatened her.

“He’s your brother,” Diana reminded Julian once more. “You shouldn’t malign him just like that.”

That was a direct denial of Julian’s speculation.

Was he one-sidedly trying to cook up a reason for why Diana betrayed him?

The sorrow in his eyes was too piercing to see.

Diana couldn’t help but add, “I’m not Kayla Winnington.”

She just wanted to remind him to see clearly who the woman standing before him was, and not to be confused by his own feelings.

“I’ve already said that he’s not my brother.” Fire burned in Julian’s heart over Diana’s words as he emphasized once more, “And I’m not treating you as Kayla!”

That was something that, of all people, Diana should be most clear about.

Disdain was written all over her face right now. “Please leave.”

Her face turned cold as she opened the door for him to leave.

Julian stood there unmoving as he fixed his eyes on Diana. As if lying to himself and to her, he said stubbornly, “Since you’re covering up for Simon and refusing to speak the truth, I’ll ask you another question then.”

His tone was calm and unperturbed.

It was akin to a bell falling on a frozen river in winter. Its bright ringing sounds couldn’t simply be ignored.

“Diana,” he called out softly to her again, his voice laced with endless desire and expectation, accompanied by a tinge of hatred and determination.

It mirrored his deep, unfathomable eyes.

It was always impossible to know what he was thinking.

Diana subconsciously hummed in response.

Everything finally felt real.

The woman he had been searching for over the past three years…

He truly felt like she was finally back.