All Chapters of Julian’s Stand-In Wife: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Julian immediately remembered Diana’s divorce plan and her questions at the dinner table. “Are you so eager to get a divorce?!” Diana was rendered speechless. “Be reasonable, will you?! You were the one who suggested getting a divorce. You were the one who brought Kayla into the house. You were the one who made me a substitute! And now, you’re accusing me of being eager to get divorced?” Silence ensued in the car. Very quickly, Diana went on, “I didn’t want to in the past.” Back then, when Julian had first brought up divorce, she would hide somewhere and cry alone. The feeling intensified after finishing up the bowl of porridge he made for her and sensing that his heart was no longer with her. Subsequently, when she found out that she was nothing but a replacement for Kayla, she felt even more hopeless about their marriage. She no longer wanted to hold out any hope. She didn’t want to allow herself to ask the ridiculous and lowly question of whether the divorce would

She loved him, but that's none of his business. She would pretend that he didn’t tell her to call him Darling. Julian didn’t repeat himself. He was troubled by what he had said. Was he going crazy? Why in the world did he ask Diana to call him Darling? Inexplicable waves of emotions roiled in the depths of his eyes. He slowly turned to walk through the door as Diana left. “Julian!” Kayla waved her hands at him. Diana was standing right in between them. It seemed like things had always been like that; she was always passively involved in his and Kayla’s world. Julian looked at Diana’s retreating figure and mouthed a silent apology. How would things pan out for the three of them from here on? Especially for Kayla. Julian glanced at Kayla and asked, “Had your shower?” Kayla’s heart was filled with wrath each time she heard those words, but she dared not show her anger on her face. She merely smiled and said sweetly, “Yes. I’ll always listen to you, Julian.” Wit

It was utterly disgusting. Diana rubbed her stomach to calm herself down. She didn’t want the filthy scene before her to soil her eyes, so she immediately went back to her room for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. She never once touched the dress that Julian bought for her at SK Mall. She found it absolutely filthy. … The next day at Hillary Hotel, Kayla was all made-up early in the morning. She had deliberately drawn her eyebrows to resemble that of Diana’s, and it made her look even more like her sister. She came early to the hotel to wait for Michael and the rest. Diana, on the other hand, was being pestered by her colleagues who had work for her to do. She only finally managed to emerge from the crowd when she was almost late to the dinner with the client at the hotel. But when she headed downstairs, she couldn’t get a taxi. She was still feeling traumatized about taking the train, and thought perhaps it was better for her to continue waiting. But the longe

With that, he grabbed Kayla’s hair and dragged her to the table. Kayla knew very well what was going to happen next. She also knew that aside from herself, no one would be coming to save her. She could only once again pin her hopes on the many wine bottles lying around, one of which she grabbed and ruthlessly smashed against her own head before Michael could even react. Crash! The bottle broke into pieces on her head. Her action scared Michael, but he recovered very quickly. “You threw yourself at me, yet you’re deliberately showing me such a fierce side of yourself. Looks like you’re really trying to play hard to get.” His words made the fear in Kayla’s heart grow. She threw herself at him, not for the sake of this fat, ugly, middle-aged man! She had done it for the sake of winning Julian’s heart back! She did it for the sake of making his heart ache for her! In that case… Kayla’s eyes narrowed as a vicious look flashed past them. She glanced once more at Mich

He didn’t understand how that woman had anything to do with Mr. Fulcher. Julian couldn’t be bothered with his greeting. In fact, he even had thoughts of killing the man in cold blood. His eyes turned bloodshot as he gripped the man’s throat and demanded once more, “Where’s Kayla?!” He was on the verge of explosion. Michael’s hands shook with fear and he pointed to the direction of Room 808. He stuttered fearfully, “A-a-round the c-c-corner…” He only dared to breathe when Julian released him. He was about to make a run for it when Noel stopped him in his tracks. That was when it dawned on Michael that the one whom Julian was looking for was that woman with the nasty voice, who had thrown herself at him and then turned viciously on herself. No. He couldn’t possibly utter a word about how that woman had thrown herself at him. Otherwise, Julian Fulcher might really kill him! The thought of the look in Julian’s eyes earlier made Michael’s body tremble with fear. Even b