Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987

Such a young child had taught Julian how to do things with such a mature tone, with a cool and aloof expression to boot.

Julian took the doll from Betty, then went to Sean to borrow an electric toy motorcycle.

"Daddy, what are you going to do?" Betty asked curiously.

She followed Julian like a little tail, never leaving his side for a moment.

Julian didn't want her running around behind him, so he picked her up and held her with one arm while continuing to work with the items in his hand.

Layla had come to clean the room, when she saw Julian working with Betty in his arm. She thought it was hard on him. She wanted to advise him not to carry Betty all the time, just like she did with Diana.

"If you keep carrying Ms. Betty like this, she'll get used to it."

Betty was almost three years old. Yet, she still clung to Julian every day. She didn't even want to walk on her own anymore.

Julian sneered. "How long will I be able to carry her like this? n

When the children grew up, he wouldn't be able to carry Betty anymore even if he wanted to.

"True." Layla understood him, and didn't say anything more. She silently went about cleaning the room.

Meanwhile, Julian had something to ask of her. "Layla, please bring me a battery."

Sean's electric toy motorcycle didn't have a battery in it.

That boy didn't care about the toys Julian bought. It was clear he never played with them.

Thinking that, Julian couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

After Layla installed the battery, he tied the love letters together with a ribbon and placed them on the back seat of the electric toy motorcycle. Then, he turned on the remote control.

Under Layla and Betty's curious gazes, he pressed the start button.

Beep! Beep!

The small motorcycle began to zoom around the room with the love letters. After a few tests, the letters didn't fall off.

Julian placed Betty's doll on the motorcycle, opened the door, pressed the start button again, and maneuvered the motorcycle into the elevator.

"You shouldn't take Julian's words to heart," she advised.

Simon, ever the 'understanding' one, said, "I won’t. I know my brother's personality. It's not surprising for him to suspect me of not dodging the car and deliberately hurting my legs. But I still hope I can continue living here. If I can’t..."

He lowered his head, hesitating slightly. He stared at his disabled legs, and played with his hands. "Living alone outside... It's a bit lonely."

He looked at Diana again, and continued, "But... Will my stay here affect your relationship as a couple?"

Diana quickly reassured him, telling him not to overthink. "It won’t. It's my fault your legs are in this state."

Thus, it was only right for her to take care of him.

Diana's face revealed a rare hint of playfulness. "Unless Julian doesn't want me to stay here anymore one day. Only then will I take you away."

This statement seemed to be poking fun at Simon.

He wasn't sure if Diana sensed his intention of taking her away. He quickly put on an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish, a small electric motorcycle beeped and darted into the room through the doorway.