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Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 991
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Chapter 991

Julian’s eyes gleamed coldly. When he turned to look from Diana to Simon, his demeanor changed. It transformed

from a burning flame to a piercing chill.

Diana poked him, reminding him to watch his attitude.

Julian started getting impatient, but he remembered the vulnerable look Diana gave him when she hugged him. He

controlled himself.

"Okay," he said. He removed the massage device from Simon.

Simon looked cautiously at him. "Julian..."

Simon kept ruffling Julian's feathers, but Julian went on smiling. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Simon glanced at Diana, looking slightly anxious. " It's just that... Next time, let me remove the device

myself."

His words made Diana immediately notice that something was wrong. "Was Julian too rough on you just now?”

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"No, no." Simon waved his hands. "He’s just very strong. He probably didn’t do it on purpose."

Julian's face darkened with displeasure.

How was he strong just now?

How did he not do it on purpose just now?

Julian reined his temper in. He asked Layla to brew a pot of tea, which he then gave to Diana. "Have some tea."

Simon didn't sense Julian's displeasure, and even poured himself a cup of tea. He smiled at Diana. "Great tea."

"Don't drink so much of it," Diana said discouragingly. "You won't be able to sleep well at night."

With that, she spread out the sheets for Simon. Then, she filled a basin with warm water for him to wash up.

Julian didn't expect Diana to take such good care of Simon.

She was the love of his life, after all.

Simon declared his love for Diana so boldly, yet Julian didn't see Simon treating her well. He felt even more upset

with Simon.

"Didn't I say that I'll do it?" he snapped.

He took the basin and towel from Diana. He was extra careful when he cleaned Simon, for fear he might upset

Diana.

Aside from his twins, Julian had never taken such care of another person like this.

Yet now, he had to take care of his father's illegitimate son.

What irony!

If Madam Fulcher were still alive, he wondered what she would have thought of this situation.

After Julian was done and left the room, his back felt sore. It was something he hadn't felt for a long time. He

stretched, and glanced at Simon through the glass panel on the door. He put his hand over Diana's shoulder and

left with her in his arms-it was obvious he was trying to invoke jealousy in Simon.

On the way back to her room, Diana warned him, "You don't need to help me take care of Simon, but please don’t

keep treating him badly."

Julian kept silent.

He had taken care of Simon to that extent. Yet, Diana still thought that he treated Simon badly?

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However, Diana's worried face made him feel stuffy inside. He wanted to refute her claim, and said, "He's just an

illegitimate son. I..."

"Julian!" Diana cut him off harshly. "Since we've let him move in, don't say such things, alright?"

It was hurtful.

Very much so.

"If Simon heard you, he definitely wouldn't feel good. He might even want to move out."

After so long, Julian didn’t hear Diana say a single word of concern for him.

Julian dispelled the thought of bringing his blankets back to her room and sleeping with her. With how defensive she

was of Simon, his patience was wearing thin. His eyes turned cold.

"When will you call Shiloh here?” he asked.

The sudden change in topic left Diana stunned.

There was a slight evasiveness in her eyes, and she stuttered, "W-We’re asking him for a favor, so..."

Because of the conflict between Diana and Kiki, Shiloh even fell out with his daughter.

"By right, we should be the ones visiting him at his place," Diana continued.

"By right?" Julian slowly dropped his arm from Diana's shoulder.

His eyes were like a still pond. Eerily quiet, without any ripples—just like the calm before the storm.