Chapter 928
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
He instinctively felt that he wouldnât be able to stay the night if he acted otherwise.
If he couldnât stay the night, he didnât know when he would have the chance to step foot through this door once more.
If he couldnât be with them and be at his best, how would he be able to appease Diana and Seanâs anger?
He needed to find a chance to explain why he gave Kiki flowers, and picked on Sean at his kindergarten.
Today was crucial.
He would never leave Bettyâs room.
As for Betty, she could sleep with Diana.
He would also buy a whole new set of bedsheets for her tomorrow, to replace the set that he slept on tonight.
Diana couldnât fling off Julianâs hand, no matter how hard she tried. His grip was as strong as an elephant nose curling around a humanâs hand. Not only was it impossible to shake him off, but he even started rubbing his face against her arm like a disgusting leech!
No.
It wasnât just her arm.
He was getting from bad to worse, rubbing his face from her arm to her wrist.
He went further downward, and grabbed her other hand.
âDiana, donât leave me.â Julian put his face in her palms, looking up at her pitifully with those bloodshot eyes. âDonât hate me, either.â
He had never fallen in love with another woman aside from her.
Even if he had positive feelings for another woman, it remained strictly limited to finding the other person rather decent. Otherwise, he couldnât have done something as heartless as splashing paint on Cecilia.
âKiki,â he said. âI treated her well simply because I want to fish information from her.â
âFish information?â Diana was stunned.
She immediately responded by pushing his face away. However, he was still rubbing against her palm.
âQuit telling tall tales. I wonât fall for it this time,â Diana snapped. âYou have reasons for being nice to other women. In the future, youâll always have your reasons.â
She did like him, and she couldnât control herself from being attracted to this man-as if it were out of habit. But that didnât mean she couldnât stop herself from drawing closer to him.
Julian caught on the hidden meaning behind her words. âIn the future? Are you still thinking of a future between us?â
Though she was angry, the situation wasnât unsalvageable.
Even Diana didnât realize that her thoughts had been exposed by Julian. She became annoyed with embarrassment.
âJulian Fulcher, are you quite done pretending that youâre drunk?â
âPretending that Iâm drunk?â Julian shook his head, looking innocently at her. âIâm not pretending to be drunk.â
He shamelessly rubbed his face against her hand once again.
This time, he clung on her so tightly that she couldnât fling him away, no matter how hard she tried. Not just that-he even went a step further and pulled her to the bedside, urging her to sit.
The bed was warm. Diana felt as if she had fallen into the furnace just by standing at the bedside.
His warmth invaded her personal space. The temperature was so high, she could feel her pores opening up, making her itch and her hair stand on end. It was as if curling herself up into a ball was the only way she could feel safe from his attack.
That was precisely what Julian wanted.
He moved his face and plastered it on her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Just as Diana thought he was going to take advantage of her, he mumbled, âDoes it still hurt?â
Diana was stunned.
âThe scar from the caesarian,â he mumbled, sounding troubled. âI donât have the courage to touch it a second time.â
In fact, each time he thought of it, he hated himself for not being by her side and sharing her pain when she was giving birth.
In factâ¦
When she returned to Richburgh with such a heavy burden on her shoulders, he didnât even embrace her. Instead, he refused to believe her and misunderstood her time and time again.
He was scared.
He was scared that she wouldnât forgive him.