Chapter 1009

Diana clenched her fist tighter. Her hands started sweating, making them clammy.

Julian’s gaze revealed his displeasure. “What about Simon? If I live well with Cecilia, what about you?

What about your Simon?”

He insisted on an explanation from her.

“It’s fine,” Diana said. “He’s taken care of.”

“Are you going to move out of the villa to care for him? Are you going to leave Richburgh?” he pressed.

Diana intended to move out of the villa, but not to leave Richburgh. Yet, Julian’s question seemed to align with what Simon had asked her during lunch that day.

When Simon asked, it was acceptable. But when Julian did, it sounded like he assumed she would leave with Simon.

Did he really distrust her so much? Did he truly believe she had feelings for Simon?

Suddenly irritated, Diana replied unhappily, “Where I go is none of your concern. Moving out of the villa is a given. I don’t want to be a bother to you all. Who knows, I might end up dead in the middle of the night if I stayed.”

This was a sarcastic reference to when Cecilia had dragged her on the floor in the middle of the night, which had been conveniently forgotten.

Julian stared at her, seemingly smiling, yet not.

“You’re so fake. Back then, you said you wouldn’t pursue the matter. But here you are, holding on to it for so many days. Weren’t you just pretending to be generous?”

Under his excessive coldness and composure, Diana’s impatience became evident. “I’m not…”

“Not what?”

Diana wasn’t bothered that Julian hadn’t investigated Cecilia’s actions, but about how he hadn’t shown a shred of concern for her at all these past few days.

Still, she couldn’t voice these thoughts. They both had their responsibilities.

She could only bite her lip. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?” he pressed, relentless.

Under her prolonged silence, he gradually became more imposing, like an arrogant wolf dominating its frail prey.

“Diana.”

He was so close to her, so intimately near. His breath was hot and intense.

He managed to call her simple name in a way that sounded more intimate than anyone else’s.

It almost made Diana feel that they hadn’t grown apart at all. Every part of her body seemed to cheer in celebration of his proximity.

She clenched her fist tighter and turned her head slightly, not daring to look at him again.

Julian persisted, his gaze on her unrelenting. “Do you really not care about my engagement with Cecilia? Don’t you feel even a bit sad?”

Diana remained silent.

She couldn’t understand this sudden question. Could it be…? Had he noticed something off about Cecilia, and wanted to return to her?

A strange feeling welled up in Diana’s heart.

She didn’t want to be someone’s fallback plan.

Indignation colored her eyes.

Seeing her silence, Julian became angry instead of understanding. His eyes narrowed, and the coldness around him almost stopped her from breathing. His domineering demeanor carried a slight disappointment.

“Seems you don’t care about me, either.”

He almost sounded sad.

Diana thought she had misheard.

Yes, she must have misheard.

After all, Julian had personally agreed to Cecilia’s marriage proposal. How could he still hold on to any lingering feelings for her?

“Tell me, then,” Diana said.

Julian stretched his long legs, making the car even more cramped.

Diana’s brain stalled momentarily. She only regained the ability to hear his voice after a brief pause.

“Between the two kids, which one will follow you to stay with you?” she asked.