Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 803

Julian wanted to say that he didn’t want to leave.

He couldn’t rest assured if he were to leave.

However, the look on their faces told him that if he were to say that, it would be akin to throwing a bomb at them.

It was probably better for him to keep quiet.

Therefore he, a tall and handsome bigwig of Richburgh, folded his sleeves and silently took over Mrs. Lay’s cleaning tools and began cleaning the house.

Diana was flabbergasted at his actions. “Mr. Fulcher, what are you doing?”

“Making it up to you,” Julian improvised on the spot, fearing that Diana would immediately tell him to scram.

He didn’t even dare to look closely at her wounds.

He knew his heart would ache if he did that.

“Make it up to me?”

“Yes.” Julian pointed at the things that Noel brought; for the first time, had the urge to triple Noel’s pay right on the spot. “Didn’t you ask me to take some things home just now?”

He pointed to a box of birds’ nest and a box of apples. “I’ll take these two things.”

Diana’s jaw dropped.

He really wanted to take some things home!

Did the wealthiest man in Richburgh, even lack these things?

“I’ve never had them before.” The moment the words left his mouth, Julian wanted to bite off his dull tongue.

That was too exaggerated a lie.

Thankfully, he reacted fast and added, “I’ve never had them so cheap before, and I want to try it.”

The corner of Diana’s lips twitched. “Please go ahead.”

The more things he took, the less she felt indebted to him.

Halfway through their conversation, Julian began breaking out in cold sweat.

He subconsciously brushed his fringe aside, revealing the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

Even the scar on his forehead could be seen clearly.

It looked like an ugly centipede crawling on his forehead.

Diana choked. How would she know?

This man looked cold and distant, but he actually had a glib tongue.

He probably flirted with many women by saying such vague and unclear words.

The little bit of positivity she developed for him vanished into thin air.

Diana didn’t speak to him at all, even after he was done cleaning everything.

Mrs. Lay, on the other hand, couldn’t hold herself back and broke the tension brewing between the both of them. “It’s getting late. I’ve got to go.”

With that, she prepared the medicine that Diana needed. She also reminded Diana, “Take them before you rest for the night. I’ll come here tomorrow and help you take care of the twins. Please arrange with the doctor to come and help put you on the IV drip.”

That was Julian’s idea, too.

But Mrs. Lay didn’t mention his name, given how things were tense between the two of them right now.

She was so considerate that it embarrassed Diana somewhat. “I’ve troubled you enough. I’ll find a way tomorrow, please don’t come all the way here tomorrow.”

Julian suddenly agreed with Diana, to Mrs. Lay’s consternation. “Yes, Mrs. Lay. You don’t need to come here tomorrow.”