Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 142

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 142

Julian’s intent for the press conference was to help promote Kayla and help her take her first step as an up- and–coming designer.

But at that moment, his attention was fixed on his phone.

Diana neither called nor texted him.

“Julian, do you think putting the potted plants on both sides will make it look informal?” Kayla was very enthusiastic about the press conference, and basically did almost everything herself.

Julian didn’t even lift his head to look at her. “Hmm, no.”

Kayla sighed and put the things in her hands down before walking toward Julian. “Julian, what’s on your mind? Are you very busy with work?”

Julian said noncommittally, “I’ll head out to make a call.”

Kayla stopped dead in her tracks.

Didn’t they complete the divorce proceedings yesterday?

The call definitely has nothing to do with Diana.

Kayla tried to reassure herself that Julian was probably busy with work, and did not follow behind him. She turned around and continued ordering people around as they prepared the site for the press conference.

Thankfully, Diana’s phone was finally switched on.

“What?” she snapped, her tone hostile.

The thought of what happened yesterday at the hospital made her unable to face him like before.

Julian could sense how upset she was from her tone. Instead of being angry, however, it immediately soothed his deeply–furrowed brows. He glanced at his watch and went on, “Nothing much. Have you been waiting for Kayla for long?”

Diana laughed coldly. “Me, waiting for her? I’m not even going!”

Coincidentally, he had never given both of them the appointment timing, and Kayla never knew about this meeting with Diana.

He did so in front of Grandma not only because he had no choice, but also because he wanted to teach Diana

To think that she never thought of going!

“Are you playing me for a fool?” His tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he spoke with an edge to his voice which could send shivers down one’s spine.

They had nothing further to say to each other, anyway.

Whatever it was, as long as Julian wanted to, it was definitely possible to hide it from Madam Fulcher.