Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 667

To think Clifford dared attack her so openly!

Diana immediately suspected that he probably held one of Julian's weaknesses. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the guts to treat her like this.

With that thought in mind, she decided not to resist.

When she was by Julian's side, she was a petite woman who needed to be pampered and comforted. Once he wasn't around, she was a strong and independent woman.

Diana furrowed her brows slightly, her gaze appearing particularly sharp. She made an effort to calm herself down.

"Sure."

If she agreed to Clifford's demands, Julian wouldn't be threatened no matter what cards Clifford held. All she had to do was wait for Julian to come back. He had promised to return before the new year, and now, there were only two days left until New Year's Eve.

She could endure for two more days. Julian would surely take her away from here.

As the night fell, however, Diana became less composed. When Clifford mentioned accompanying Luke, he meant accompanying his memorial portrait...

At this moment, she was alone on the villa's third floor. She looked out the window; the surroundings were pitch black.

The villa, situated on the city's outskirts, felt like an isolated island.

was in the center

her heart

portrait was placed right in the middle of the table, and it felt like he was staring

bold, she dared not neglect it. She feared Clifford would

could reach her, she

only method she could come up with, so that

and tried to distract herself by thinking about other things, and not pay so

intentions when he arranged for Kayla to be locked up

facing a memorial portrait, but she was already so frightened. She couldn't imagine what it felt to

Julian...was truly sinister.

and she relaxed a bit. She reminded herself of Simon’s words; he said they wouldn't harm her. She had to believe in that.

to stay with this treacherous-looking memorial portrait the whole time, who knows if her heart might

couldn't overthink and frighten

as Julian came

he returned, everything would

herself repeatedly. It was just spending a night with a memorial

She could do it!

assumed a meditative posture.

up. Madam Fulcher used to say that the deceased would become stars and guard