Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313

When Julian and Diana arrived home that night, Noel approached Julian to talk about something. Whatever it was, Noel’s complexion didn’t look too good.

Diana wanted to ask, but thought better of it. If it was something related to Kayla, it would be awkward.

Their relationship right now was as fragile as thin ice on the surface of a river. It seemed transparent and open, but in fact, it couldn’t withstand any impact and no one could properly see what was in the water.

Nothing had occurred at the moment, because no one had tried to step on it yet.

Diana sighed inwardly, trying not to think about Kayla as she sat at the dining table for dinner.

Mr. Carter glanced at her, then brought out a bowl of soup.

“Would you like some soup, ma’am?” Mr. Carter asked, as though he was going to serve it to Diana personally.

Even though Mr. Carter was a servant of the Fulcher family, he didn’t need to do these things himself. However, Diana seemed to understand something when she remembered how coldly Mr. Carter had treated her. Perhaps he saw that Julian and she had made up and tried to make up for the times Mr. Carter

mistreated her.

The old butler was a man who adjusted and adapted to the situation before him.

He was quite different from his son, Noel.

Diana had never realized that Mr. Carter was that kind of person. Regardless, Mr. Carter was an elderly in the Fulcher family, so she shouldn’t be rude.

So, she smiled gently, wanting to assure the older man that she bore him no ill will. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

Mr. Carter smiled, but as soon as he turned away, displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Hah! She really thought herself to be the mistress of this household once he called her ‘ma’am‘, didn’t she?

And she even asked him to serve her?!

Diana really was a hillbilly from the countryside. As the saying goes, a leopard can’t change its spots!

When Mr. Carter thought about that, he couldn’t help but feel that it was unfair to Kayla. Looking at the bowl in his hand, contempt welled up in him. He had already added the medicine Kayla had given him to this bowl.

He had taken the first step in carrying out Kayla’s task.

“That bowl looks quite special,” Julian commented from where he sat at the table, glancing at the bowl in Mr. Carter’s hand.