Julian's Stand in Wife

The woman nodded. “It is Professor Hughes.”

Noticing that Diana had her guard down and was willing to talk, the maid went on, “The professor instructed us to deliver some things to you, but we didn’t get any response when we knocked on your door. We couldn’t only go by the balcony.”

When they knocked, Diana and Betty were immersed in the fun of soaking in the tub.

Not only were the sounds blocked out by the room door and walls, but they were also blocked out by the glass door in the washroom.

What’s more, Betty loved chatting and singing in the bath. It was completely understandable that Diana did not manage to hear the knocks on the door.

Diana began walking closer to them. “Deliver some things?”

She trusted Jim very much. She genuinely saw him as a friend. Upon realizing they were his subordinates, she relaxed. “What things? Why is Jim staying next door to me?”

The woman quickly replied, “Professor said that booking both rooms on the left and right of your room and prevent random, dangerous people from staying next to you. It ensures a quiet and peaceful environment for you, and your safety. You’re pregnant, after all. The professor was worried about you getting shocked, or if you might be in danger. He didn’t want to leave it to chance.”

In other words, no one wasn’t staying in the rooms next door. He had booked them for her sake.

the billowing curtains. People who

lingering fear in her heart, and mumbled, “I wasn’t shocked until you guys came

stumped by

things to deliver to Diana within a limited time. If they didn’t manage to do it in time, they

they might even be punished. They didn’t want that happening. Since they didn’t bear Diana any ill will, they

curious. “What

still had no idea what they were tasked

that Jim was too thoughtful and considerate. Coming to Jacroaof was already thanks to him. Coupled with his care over her hotel stay, it made

back to the Hughes residence

again. She had no choice but to

floor. In an instant, the

coconut was accompanied by a set of tools to crack it open. It was clearly prepared by someone thoughtful and

came

air and maturity of a professor was like a refreshing spring

usual breads and biscuits, but hand-made buns and rolls. There were tiny and bite-sized, and looked as if she could eat them one after