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Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 994
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Chapter 994

"Layla," Julian said, as he retracted his gaze from Diana. " Take good care of Ms. Jarvis. Get more servants on the

night shift."

At night, Cecilia tended to be more temperamental. People had to watch her to prevent accidents from happening.

Layla took note of it.

"Also," Julian said, staring at Diana standing at a corner, " Cecilia will be Mrs. Fulcher from now on. Pay attention to

what you say."

Hearing that, Layla subconsciously turned to look at Diana. Shock filled her eyes.

"Mr. Fulcher... Then, what about Mrs-"

Sensing the displeasure in Julian's eyes, Layla immediately swallowed the rest of her sentence. Instead, she asked,"

What about Ms. Winnington? And the twins..."

'The twins will find out sooner or later," Julian said, which meant that he intended to keep it from them for the time

being. "In the future, I'll give them time to adjust and get used to it."

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He had to be the one to see to it personally.

Cecilia becoming Mrs. Fulcher was almost a fact that was cast in stone.

"As for Diana," Julian paused. Then, he went on, "You can tell her anytime. For the sake of the children, I don't

suggest for her to move out."

Julian knew Layla would convey his intentions to Diana.

He wasn't afraid that she would know about it. In fact, he was more worried that she wouldn't know about it.

Very soon, Layla told Diana about it. She was worried that Diana might accidentally say or do something to make

Cecilia uncomfortable and Julian unhappy.

It would only make things worse for everyone.

After settling Cecilia down in the villa, Layla stood before Diana and said awkwardly, "Ms. Winnington, don't be too

upset."

She added, "Cry if you want to. Madam Fulcher isn't around, but I've spent so much time with you. I've taken you as

the only Mrs. Fulcher of the house, just as Madam Fulcher did. But... I have no idea what Mr. Fulcher is thinking..."

Just one night was enough to turn the tables around.

Diana sat on the couch in a daze. She remained silent for a long time. Then, she looked at Layla with a crystal-clear

gaze. "Is what you said true?"

She chuckled self-derisively.

Of course it was!

Layla was an honest and loyal worker. If Julian hadn't given Layla permission, she would never come before Diana

and make up such things.

Layla nodded, clearly feeling bad for Diana.

Diana felt stuffy, almost unable to breathe. She had to pause for a moment before letting Layla take her leave. She

needed some time and space alone to process her thoughts.

The Madam Fulcher Layla kept mentioning...

She was a stranger to Diana, who had lost her memories.

No matter how amazing a person Layla was, she was ultimately Julian’s employee.

Diana couldn't possibly cry her heart out before Layla. Neither could she look too lost and confused. She couldn't

lose so thoroughly. She needed some time to think.

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After composing herself, she went to look for Julian.

From afar, she could see him standing at the door of the room. Cecilia was running around barefooted, and Julian

would occasionally straighten out the hem of her shirt.

He kept repeating, "You look so pretty."

So, his tenderness wasn't exclusive to Diana.

Diana walked to Julian. She bit her lip, and her fingernails dug into her palm.

It was such an achingly familiar face. Yet at that moment, it felt so strange.

Julian looked at Diana, signaling her to move to the first floor. "Let’s talk over there."

His tall, towering figure blocked Diana’s line of sight. In a cold and cruel tone, telling of his favor toward another

woman, he added, "Cecilia doesn't want to see you."

That was true.

However, the words from his mouth felt like knives piercing Diana's heart.

She nodded. "Okay."

The two of them went to the first floor.

"When did it happen?" she asked.