Chapter 980

Julian was unhappy.

Diana couldn’t bring herself to be happy, either.

Although Julian was quite uncomfortable about this arrangement, he agreed reluctantly.

However, he added, “This house is so big, so adding more people isn’t a problem. Simon can stay here without paying, and you don’t need to cover his expenses.”

Having his own woman give him money for another man’s sake? How could Julian stomach that?

Diana wanted to insist, but seeing his expression remained unfavorable, she decided not to argue further.

“Thank you,” she said, sighing in relief.

She quickly stole a glance at him. In any case, Julian wasn’t angry that she had brought Simon back to take care of him.

Sean had visited Simon several times. Although he didn’t talk much, he kept everything in his heart.

Each time he went downstairs, he would bring Simon some cookies or snacks. Sometimes, he even offered nuts for Simon, saying, “These are good for recovery.”

Betty visited Simon occasionally as well. However, she wasn’t as familiar with Simon compared to Julian. With her around, though, the room was always filled with cheerful laughter.

Lately, the mood in the villa had been rather pleasant. Diana was content with the current situation.

She brought Simon a bowl of nourishing soup. “Are your legs still hurting?”

“They weren’t hurting to begin with,” Simon said casually. His tone hadn’t changed.

Ever since Diana pushed open the door to his hospital room that day, he had been smiling at her.

When he saw her crying, he gave her consoling words-as if she were the one who had become permanently disabled and couldn’t walk.

Thinking about that day, Diana couldn’t help but chuckle.

She scooped a spoonful of hot soup, then blew on it gently.” Here, be careful and take a small sip to taste.”

These past few days, Diana had personally taken care of all of Simon’s daily needs.

Simon took a sip, and nodded. “It’s delicious.”

It was clearly Diana’s cooking. Her culinary skills had always been average, but she excelled at making soup.

Simon enjoyed the soup thoroughly. After finishing a small bowl, Diana quickly handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth with.

“What would you like to eat tonight?”

Now, she tried to accommodate his preferences in everything she did.

“I’d like to have your homemade beef stew,” Simon said.” You used to make it often back in Stirling.”

Mentioning Stirling City felt like recalling a dream from the past. Diana lowered her gaze to Simon’s motionless legs, lost in thought.

“I’m really fine.” Simon knew she was comparing his current condition to the past again. He urged her to go and prepare something delicious for him. “I’m still looking forward to dinner.”

That evening, just as Julian returned home, he caught a whiff of an unusually delightful aroma from the kitchen. Just by inhaling once brought about a sense of cheerful happiness.

Following the fragrance, Julian entered the kitchen. Seeing Diana bustling around, he smiled. He approached her from behind, and slowly wrapped his arm around her waist. “What kind of stew is this?”

Resting his chin on her head, they shared a tranquil moment.

Together, they watched the bubbles in the pot as the stew boiled.

“It’s beef stew.”

Diana tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. They shared a sweet moment of gazing into each other’s eyes as the delicious aroma filled the kitchen.

After the incidents involving Cecilia and Simon, it had been a while since they had been this intimate.

“Smells wonderful.”

Julian inhaled deeply. He gazed at Diana’s sparkling eyes, and couldn’t resist kissing her forehead.

“Did you make this for me?”

Diana was about to respond, when she saw a figure dart past the kitchen window.

The figure wasn’t tai I—it was the height of Simon’s wheelchair.

After getting to know Simon inside out over these days, Diana immediately pushed Julian away forcefully. Julian’s lower back bumped against the stone countertop.