Chapter 1157

Julian’s Stand-In Wife chapter 1157 “What right does a selfish and useless coward like me have to love?” Vans muttered somberly to Julian. “I deserve to be under the shackles of my family my entire life, to be stuck with someone like Lina forever!”

Vans shook his head at his mention of Lina. “No… Even Lina doesn’t want to be with me now.”

“Why not?” Julian found that impossible. “She used to cling to you so tightly in the past.”

She was always so sticky with Vans, almost wishing she could strap herself to him. Back when they were engaged, she wanted the entire city to know so badly that she almost carved Vans’s name on her forehead.

How was it possible that she didn’t want Vans anymore?

Vans said nothing, and only smiled bitterly. He had too much to drink, so his stomach was feeling terrible.

Seeing his pale countenance, Julian knew Vans had gone overboard with the alcohol. He ordered Noel to prepare some hot chocolate for Vans.

“See how terrible you look right now,” he said.

That was how Vans treated him when he behaved the same way because of Diana. He didn’t expect Vans to end up like him, not when he was living at the fullest.

Vans refused the hot chocolate. He stood up, brows furrowed. “I need to do something.”

Julian naturally didn’t want to let him go, given his current condition. “Wait.”

He gave Nina a call.

“Yes, Vans is with me. He’s drunk, and he keeps calling your name,” Julian lied without batting an eyelid. “Quick, come over and take a look.”

Then, he heard Diana’s voice. “We’re not going.”

With that, the call ended abruptly.

Heh.

Julian was just trying to help Vans pursue a lover. How did he end up angering his own wife?

Julian stared at his phone, zoned out. At that moment, he couldn’t react.

Didn’t Diana say that she had work to do today? Why was she with Nina? Was she hiding something from him?

Bam!

A loud sound interrupted Julian’s thoughts. His brows furrowed; looking around, he saw Vans attempting to stand up. Vans was so unsteady that he ended up hitting all the bottles on the table, which crashed unceremoniously to the floor. Glass shards scattered everywhere.

Noel called for people to clean up the place, but Vans was bent on heading out and nothing could persuade him against it.

Julian had to grab Vans by the collar. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

He was already so drunk, and his stomach felt terrible to boot. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he couldn’t even stand up straight. If he headed out in this condition, no doubt he’d end up in a car crash!

“Easy,” Julian said, smiling. He picked up a glass shard, and stabbed the base of Vans’s foot with it.

Ouch!

A pain so sharp, it shot through Vans’s chest. It immediately woke him up from his drunken stupor.

He looked at the mess around him, filled with disbelief. He seldom lost control over himself like this.

Vans wasn’t as cold and domineering as Julian, neither was he as bright and friendly as Oliver. He wasn’t as sly and cunning as Simon, whom people avoid like the plague.

He was just a doctor.

A doctor, who happened to be from a rich family.

A doctor, who wasn’t very favored by his rich family, and often had to bow his head to them for his mother’s sake.

He was clean and tall, and was a bit of a clean freak. He hated seeing patients who couldn’t be cured, and he hated messy rooms.