Julian's Stand in Wife

Diana thought she had mistaken it.

She rubbed her eyes, and looked harder. This time, she was sure that the man downstairs was without a doubt James Winnington!

His smoking pose was exactly the same!

When Diana first arrived at the Winningtons’ residence, James had looked just like that, with his brows furrowed. Every other smoker held his cigarette between the index and third finger, while he held his between his ring and little finger. It made for an exceptionally silly sight.

But his solemn face and proper dressing made one neglect that strange feature, although his posture remained etched in people’s minds.

It was precisely that posture that allowed Diana to recognize him at that moment, despite being so many levels above him.

Feeling troubled, she put aside the binoculars that the hotel prepared for her and opened the door, with the intention of heading downstairs.

That dazed look in her eyes frightened Betty somewhat.

Her hair was still damp and the wet ends of her hair hung over her shoulders, making her shirt wet. In the past, Diana would have urged her to get changed into a new shirt, so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable in wet clothes.

But this time, Diana kept looking out the window. Her legs instinctively moved toward the door. She didn’t even say anything about where Betty should go.

in a small voice,

just come back, and Betty felt rather tired. She didn’t want to head out again. But if Diana wanted to go out, she couldn’t

to be all alone in

back to reality upon hearing her daughter’s cautious yet vulnerable voice. Although finding

very important clue, but she couldn’t neglect

dead in her tracks, and caressed Betty’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to head downstairs, but I’m not going

of the Winnington family. Diana didn’t intend to

thought that way in the past, but now that she saw James, Diana immediately thought of how much hurt Zachary

of them

a surname that disgusted

biological father, the first thing she would do was

she settled Betty down and put her to sleep, she looked downstairs

know where James had

car used to drive her and Betty to

she would see James again in the next few

didn’t. She now knew that he was

bed, rubbing her belly. She pondered over what she would say when she met James,

on when she