Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 627

Diana thought that she could let Julian go.

But as it turned out, outsiders were always wiser when it comes to relationships.

If it weren’t for Madam Fulcher’s intervention, Diana didn’t know how much longer it would take for her and Julian to reconcile.

The mere thought of Madam Fulcher sent her mood plummeting once more, but in order to not worry Julian, she turned her face away quietly. “Let the workers come in quickly. If we drag things out later, it’ll affect our rest.”

After the room was tidied up, it did feel a lot more comfortable.

Diana laid on the bed after dinner to get some rest.

Julian called out to Diana a few times, but she didn’t respond.

She was probably asleep.

Julian asked Noel for help, and the latter opened the windows with a clatter. He then lit a cigarette under the pale moonlight.

Memories of his grandmother washed over him like an overwhelming sandstorm. He dared not express his longing for Grandma in front of Diana in the day, for fear that they would both drown in their sorrow. That left him with only nighttime, which he would spend smoking on a cigarette and staring at the dim flame under the moonlight.

He took a long puff, feeling the smoke go through his throat into his chest.

Although he had no idea what Grandma was like in her youth, he tried to imagine it through the puffs of smoke surrounding him; how she was like growing up into the role of a grandmother, and how she had come to love and care for him.

The cigarette flame flickered in the dark.

Yet, the love Grandma left behind for him would never be extinguished.

Diana was, in fact, not asleep.

She could smell the smoke of cigarettes.

Julian would never smoke in her room, unless he was in deep sorrow.

Although he seemed normal the entire day, he was in fact putting up a front and simply finding distractions to forget about the pain Grandma’s death brought to him.

Alas, the distractions were hardly effective.

Memories and longing for another would never fail to drown one out in the deep of the night.

It felt just like when Diana had lost her babies; the pain and sorrow had washed over her so silently yet so thoroughly, filling her every pore.