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Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 879
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Chapter 879

’Fine, maybe except the time when I pretended to have heatstroke...' Diana corrected herself inwardly.

Julian waved his hand at the two kids. "Don't worry, Daddy knows how to take care of people. Tonight, I'll help

Mommy make the bed."

Later that evening, Diana held her children’s hands and stood at the doorway. They all stared at Julian.

It was something he had never experienced before.

"You guys..." he paused for a moment. He regretted saying he would help Diana make the bed just now.

She didn't deserve to get him do this for her!

Still, he couldn't take back his words. "You can come inside the room and watch me on the sofa."

The guest room was indeed quite large.

At first, Diana was a little embarrassed. After all, she had once referred to herself as Julian's sister-in-law when she

first sought him out. But now, she had moved into his house. Even though they were once married, she didn't

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remember anything.

Living here felt awkward.

But with the two kids, everything seemed to fall into place naturally.

'It's just acting. I'm just acting with Julian, like we're a happy family!'

She had to follow Julian's orders. She couldn't always argue with him and let the kids see them fight. With that

thought in mind, she led the children to sit on the sofa.

She thought Julian would be flustered. Who knew he would be so quick and efficient in making the bed?

He did it as if he was...used to it.

But with so many servants in Collina Villa, and him living such a pampered life, how often could he do such menial

chores-enough to be so familiar with it?

By the time he finished making the bed, it had only taken him about three minutes. Not a single wrinkle could be

seen on the big bed.

But Julian didn't stop there. He went out for a moment, and returned with a pair of slippers, a cup of chamomile

tea, and a black paper bag. He placed them all by the bedside.

Julian crouched, and took Betty from Diana's arms. "Come on, sweeties, come to Daddy. Mommy isn't feeling well

today, so let Daddy take care of you for now."

Diana froze.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She couldn't help but grip the leather sofa tightly, almost afraid to look up at

Julian.

How did he know...? How did he know she had her period today?

After giving birth, her menstrual cycle had been irregular. She couldn't even predict the timing accurately.

Yet, he somehow knew that she had her period today.

"You kept frowning and biting your lip," he explained.

Before, when she had her period, she would be too embarrassed to tell him, especially if it happened when they

weren't at home. Instead, she used small gestures to hint at him that she was having her period, and for him to buy

sanitary pads for her.

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Julian never delegated this task to anyone else. He used to take care of it himself, especially when she needed

attention.

Even though he foolishly thought of her as a substitute at that time.

The truth was that in all their time together, she had never been a substitute.

And yet, Diana...

Disappointed him.

Thinking that, he suddenly found it hard to breathe. Even holding the child felt a bit awkward.

Sean looked up at him, stopping him from touching Betty." Daddy. Since you don't want to leave, you should stay. I

understand. You want to sleep with Mommy, just like us."

Julian was thoroughly confused by his son's words.

Sean blinked innocently at him. "Mommy needs to be taken care of. You want to take care of her, don't you?"

That was why Julian struggled when holding his little sister. Before, he wasn't like this. His arms were as strong as a

bull, and his shoulders were as broad as a mountain.

But tonight, for Mommy's sake, he seemed to have lost his strength.

Julian was speechless.

Looking at his son's pure and innocent eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.