Chapter 849
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
This man always spoke so coldly and heartlessly.
Diana dared not think about how she could be married to such a man.
Whatâs moreâ¦
When his sharp, eagle-like gaze fell on her face, Diana clasped her hands together and looked pitifully at Mrs. Lay.â Iâm thirsty.â
Hearing this, Mrs. Lay quickly handed her the cup.
However, Julian intercepted it and smiled mockingly. He stood before her, looking at her as if he had seen through her.
His presence was too overwhelming.
Diana regretted pretending to have a heatstroke.
âDo you want some water?â he asked.
She nodded. âUm⦠Iâm a bit thirsty.â
âAlright, Iâll let you have your fill,â Julian said, amused.
Splash!
A stream of water poured down from above.
Julian Fulcherâ¦
He had poured water all over her.
Diana was completely soaked from head to toe, but Julian acted as if nothing had happened. He even crouched and asked with a smile, âStill thirsty?â
Diana clenched her fists, trying to control her temper. She thought of Sean, who longed to be recognized by Julian, and did her best to calm herself. âMr. Fulcher, whatâs the meaning of this?â
âSigns of heatstroke are twitching limbs, eyes rolling back, and foaming at the mouth,â Julian replied nonchalantly. âMs. Winnington, do you show any of those symptoms?â
Hearing this, Dianaâs anger disappeared. She could only curse herself for being so dumb.
She dared to pretend to have a heatstroke without even understanding the symptoms-she actually tried to deceive Julian, who was known for being sharp.
Now, she was exposed.
She had no right to complain when he doused her with water.
She struggled to find an excuse, trying to save herself from embarrassment. âIâ¦â
âWhat about you?â Julian asked, cutting her off.
After thinking for a while, Diana couldnât come up with a reasonable explanation for her foolish behavior.
She couldnât say that she realized the gravity of the situation once she arrived at his doorstep-that he, her former husband, was the father of her children, and that she panicked and decided to pretend to have a heatstroke.
Julian wouldnât believe it.
Subconsciously, Diana tried hard to roll her eyes back and make her limbs twitch. âI⦠I do feel uncomfortable.â
She continued to play sick.
Julian saw that she wouldnât admit it, but didnât expose her increasingly clumsy acting. âIs that so?â
Three years had passed.
In the three years since they last met, she seemed to have become more and more unpredictable.
The mocking smile on his lips was still there. He turned to Mrs. Lay, who was already dumbfounded, and told her to bring a towel to wipe Dianaâs wet hair with.
âSince our guest is feeling uncomfortable, I canât neglect her. Mrs. Lay, bring the hairdryer.â
He wanted to blow-dry her hair?
He wanted to blow-dry her hair!
Diana felt a chill as the hot air blew against her back.
Although she acted stupidly, she wasnât actually foolish. She was sure he had seen through her acting.
But instead of getting angry, he was now blow-drying her hairâ¦
The torture was worse than having him tower over her and talk her down ruthlessly.
âDonât move.â
Seeing her fidgeting anxiously, Julian pressed her shoulders. His long fingers gently threaded through her hair.