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.

she was in the center of this

terror in her heart

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

She feared Clifford would devise a sinister scheme to deal with her once and

Julian could reach her, she had to

could come up with,

gritted her teeth and tried to distract herself by thinking about other things, and not pay so much attention to Luke’s eerie

so, she instantly understood Julian's intentions when he arranged for Kayla to be

was already so frightened. She couldn't imagine what it felt to be

Julian...was truly sinister.

her body finally settled down and she relaxed a bit. She reminded herself of Simon’s words; he

whole time, who knows if her heart might stop

couldn't overthink and frighten herself

long as

returned,

repeatedly. It was just spending a night with a memorial portrait to appease

She could do it!

of crouching in the corner, she crossed her legs and assumed a meditative posture. She lifted her head and looked

say that the deceased