Chapter 911

Diana wasn’t dreaming, right?

"Of course it's daytime," her assistant replied. "Since the recent renovation, our studio has gotten more customers. Many people who want custom orders are waiting for you to come out."

Diana nodded, took a deep breath, and forced herself into work mode. She still needed to repay her debt to Fanny and Mr. Whatever, so she didn't have time to dwell on random thoughts.

Still, Julian confessing to her was too unbelievable. She endured until noon. Then, she quickly called Nina and told Nina all about the situation.

Unexpectedly, Nina wasn't surprised at all.

"Do you remember that day I posted on social media about having coffee with Mr. Fulcher?"

"Yeah," Diana confirmed. She had seen and even liked the post.

"That day, he consulted me on how to pursue you." Nina chuckled. "He believes that you really have amnesia now, and he wants to help you discover the truth about your memory loss and recover your memories."

'This cant be real..." Diana was in a daze. 'Julian actually believes that I have amnesia?"

medical checks? Hadn't he been certain that she was lying, which led him to try to kick her out of Richburgh? After she got injured, they both tacitly avoided mentioning

could

don't know how he had

to explain things to Diana. "But he’s pursuing you now, and he really wants to

text message. She couldn't help but read it

Your rejection was too

shook her head. "He made it very clear. He used me as

of your amnesia," Nina insisted. "He’s just very stubborn. Trust me, I'm sure he was

up, feeling doubtful yet trusting of Julian. She was kept busy until

the way back

their meeting wouldn't be

see Julian waiting for her, as he usually did during these past few days. However, he wasn't at the door. An odd feeling settled in her chest, making

soup he usually prepared for her during their recent

I can just whip up something to eat myself. It's not like I miss his

step into the kitchen, someone rushed

It was Julian.

wearing an apron with the faces of their two children. A pristine white plate was in his hand, and his nose

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