Chapter 547
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
Diana was well aware of her goal, and was thus determined not to fall into the illusion of love Julian gave.
She turned her head slightly to once again avoid physical contact with him.
âLetâs take a picture,â Diana said as she turned on her phone camera.
Before Julian could react, she cupped his face and pecked the corner of his lips.
It was soft and had a sense of sharpness in it, as if she had cut through his heart and left a lasting mark in it.
And Julianâ¦
Truly savored the feeling.
Even such a fleeting kiss was enough to make him yearn for it for many years.
The click of the camera shutter captured their intimate moment.
In the photo, Diana was smiling, and she looked incredibly happy.
Julianâs face remained as icy as ever, but if one looked closely, there was a slight crack in his icy mask.
This was a true, meaningful photo of the two of them.
When they got married back then, they didnât even take wedding photos. Even at their wedding ceremony, though Julian hadnât slacked on any of the formalities, he still didnât allow anyone to take photos.
Back then, Diana hadnât understood the reason.
But later when Kayla appeared, she finally understood.
Julian was afraid that if he looked at the photos every day, he would notice the difference between her and Kayla. In that case, he wouldnât be able to delude himself and continue living with Diana.
âLet me see,â Julian said, but Diana put her phone away.
âYouâll see it later, but not now.â
She had already posted it on her social media.
She wouldnât let Julian see it before Kayla. What if he ordered her to delete it otherwise?
If that happened, her efforts would be in vain.
Fortunately, Julian didnât press further.
This led to the misconception that Julian was indulging her now. Diana found the sensation somewhat different from when they had been married. In the past, the indulgence felt like what an ideal couple should have; but now, it felt more like he was indulging her like a proper boyfriend would to his girlfriend.
Diana shook her head to dismiss these unrealistic thoughts and opened the car window, allowing the breeze to cool them down. As the wind trickled in, it also seemed to bring some clarity to Julian, as he didnât lean in any closer to her.
Diana breathed a sigh of relief. It was uncomfortable to play the role of a loving couple with the man she once loved when she knew full well that she was only a substitute.
She even despised herself a little for what she was doing; luckily, the fresh air saved her. She breathed in greedily, as if it would make her feel better.
Julian noticed her stretching her neck to look outside. Thinking she was tired from the journey, he immediately asked the driver, âAre we there yet?â
âWeâre almost there, sir,â the driver replied respectfully. âFive more minutes. H Julian nodded and closed his eyes to rest.
Seeing his closed eyes, Diana felt more at ease. She didnât strain her neck to look outside anymore, but leaned against the seat and gradually calmed down.
Taking the chance of the peaceful atmosphere, Diana raised the topic again. âJulian, about what we discussed earlier, about removing Kaylaâs things. Let me do it on my own, okay?â
âNo,â Julian replied easily. She would get tired from doing it, and he didnât want her to trouble herself.
There were clearly servants at home who could take care of such tedious matters. Diana shouldnât have to do such rough work.
On the other hand, Diana had waited so long to make this request; as expected, he still didnât agree.
It seemed he was still reluctant to let off any traces of Kayla.
His answer was within Dianaâs expectations, so she wasnât too disappointed.
However, in the next second, Julian added, âIâll do it.â
âHuh?â
âIâll take care of it,â Julian explained. âYou can be there and throw away whatever you want.â
This wasnât how Diana had expected the topic would go, so she was quite surprised.
âAre you willing to do that?â
Julian chuckled, then opened his eyes to take in the wide, fluttering eyes of the woman before him.
âAre you questioning me that to test me?â