Chapter 1281

Julian’s Stand-In Wife chapter 1281 Julian was practically in charge of everything related to Betty’s clothes and outings.

Diana had become a hands-off manager of sorts. After finishing her meal, she sat in her chair, about to get up and head over to the couch.

Suddenly, a peculiar fragrance wafted through the air-it was the scent of durian!

She eagerly looked toward the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a room filled with ripe, creamy durians that made her mouth water just by looking at them.

Julian didn’t like durians; he always found them to have a strange odor. Yet now, they were served-

intended solely for Diana’s delight.

She took a moment to recall how she had recently mentioned her liking for durians, but mistakenly attributed it to Julian’s preferences. It was only now that she realized her mistake. She gazed at Julian, and couldn’t help but think that his endless doting had spoiled her.

A smile graced her lips. “Julian, I want to discuss something with you.”

Today, he had not only handed over his entire fortune, but he had also made her reevaluate his sincerity, especially in these precious moments of daily life.

“What is it?” Julian didn’t lift his head.

He had just taken Betty upstairs, and was contemplating how to help her become more independent when it came to eating. She wasn’t a child anymore.

If she still needed him to feed her while coddling her, it might develop into a bad habit.

“It’s about changing surnames.”

Julian seemed to have misheard, so he asked again, “What?”

Diana smiled, and repeated, “Changing surnames.”

After a moment of silence, she gazed at Julian, surprised at his response. “Have you never thought about Betty and Sean changing their surname?”

“Why would they change their surname?” Julian asked, turning the question back on her.

This took Diana aback, leaving her momentarily reluctant to speak her mind.

“Most people take their father’s surname…”

At the airport, Jim had already returned to Jacroaof.

He stood among the bustling crowd with an indifferent expression, walking toward a black sedan parked outside. The license plate of that car was quite special, consisting of a long sequence of 6’s, clearly indicating it belonged to someone extraordinary. Some of the cars that had come to pick people up unconsciously kept their distance from this car.

People only backed away a step when Jim emerged. The deep-seated, cold indifference he exuded was enough to make those around him instinctively recoil.

This man… Why did he appear as though he had no emotions? Especially his eyes-they seemed numb. Occasionally, when he glanced at someone, it would create an illusion of facing death. It made people feel as if their feet were frozen in place.

But then, he suddenly smiled warmly. The change was too sudden. In combination with his refined gentleman’s attire, he exuded an exceptional elegance. These two extreme contradictions appearing in one person left others in a state of confusion.

“How did I do?” Jim asked after getting into the car, his expression returning to its usual indifference.

The driver seemed accustomed to his ways. “You did excellently, sir.”

The driver turned around slowly.

This man…

It was none other than James Winnington, who had left Richburgh long ago.

James addressed Jim with great reverence. “You’ve worked hard on your trip to Richburgh, sir.”

James’s tone was quite different from before, devoid of his usual arrogance and self-assured self.

Instead, he appeared exceptionally calm and quiet.

If one looked closely, his face seemed quite pale.

It was as if he wasn’t fully alive or present. He was simply a driver, peacefully and steadily accompanying Jim.