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.

People who

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

were stumped

time.

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

rather curious. “What did

idea what they were

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

to the

embarrassed to ask him about it again. She

maids showed everything they brought on the floor. In an instant, the

and many fresh coconuts filled with juice. Each coconut was accompanied by a set of tools to crack it open.

immediately came

bookish air and maturity of a professor was like a refreshing

snacks. They weren’t the usual breads and biscuits, but hand-made buns and