Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 849

This man always spoke so coldly and heartlessly.

Diana dared not think about how she could be married to such a man.

What’s more...

When his sharp, eagle-like gaze fell on her face, Diana clasped her hands together and looked pitifully at Mrs. Lay. "I'm thirsty.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Lay quickly handed her the cup.

However, Julian intercepted it and smiled mockingly. He stood before her, looking at her as if he had seen through her.

His presence was too overwhelming.

Diana regretted pretending to have a heatstroke.

"Do you want some water?" he asked.

She nodded. "Um... I'm a bit thirsty."

"Alright, I'll let you have your fill," Julian said, amused.

Splash!

A stream of water poured down from above.

Julian Fulcher…

He had poured water all over her.

Diana was completely soaked from head to toe, but Julian acted as if nothing had happened. He even crouched and asked with a smile, "Still thirsty?"

Diana clenched her fists, trying to control her temper. She thought of Sean, who longed to be recognized by Julian, and did her best to calm herself. "Mr. Fulcher, what's the meaning of this?”

"Signs of heatstroke are twitching limbs, eyes rolling back, and foaming at the mouth," Julian replied nonchalantly. "Ms. Winnington, do you show any of those symptoms?”

Hearing this, Diana's anger disappeared. She could only curse herself for being so dumb.

She dared to pretend to have a heatstroke without even understanding the symptoms—she actually tried to deceive Julian, who was known for being sharp.

In the three years since they last met, she seemed to have become more and more unpredictable.

The mocking smile on his lips was still there. He turned to Mrs. Lay, who was already dumbfounded, and told her to bring a towel to wipe Diana's wet hair with.

"Since our guest is feeling uncomfortable, I can't neglect her. Mrs. Lay, bring the hairdryer."

He wanted to blow-dry her hair?

He wanted to blow-dry her hair!

Diana felt a chill as the hot air blew against her back.

Although she acted stupidly, she wasn't actually foolish. She was sure he had seen through her acting. But instead of getting angry, he was now blow-drying her hair...

The torture was worse than having him tower over her and talk her down ruthlessly.

"Don't move."

Seeing her fidgeting anxiously, Julian pressed her shoulders. His long fingers gently threaded through her hair.