Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 646

Oliver was so troubled that it was his first time zoning out at work when he returned to the hospital.

“Dr. Channing.” Diana saw the look on Oliver’s face and felt even more awkward about what she was wearing. She glared angrily at Julian.

This was all his fault!

He clearly knew that Oliver was busy last night and couldn’t make the rounds last night, and would surely appear first thing in the morning.

Good on Julian to suggest for her to dress like this!

He was still injured, so Diana didn’t think too much of it at the start. But now that she saw Oliver, she realized how much of a schemer Julian had been.

There were so many people in the ward, so she couldn’t possibly strip even if she wanted to.

Oliver remained in a daze even when Diana called him. He subconsciously glanced at her, a bitter taste rising in his throat. “Looks pretty good.”

Diana felt even more embarrassed.

She hemmed and hawed, unsure of what to say next. She could only let her face grow increasingly flushed, becoming redder than the evening sky. Even her ears started feeling warm.

Julian eventually cut in, and Diana could hear him say with a smug smirk, “See, your taste is as excellent as mine. A pity that…”

He didn’t need to complete his sentence, for others to know what he was thinking.

Diana rolled her eyes at Julian. He kept claiming that he didn’t care about Oliver, but in reality, he was still treating Oliver as his love rival and didn’t want to see the latter to have a good time.

Oliver was stunned for a moment before realization dawned on him. He did feel rather awkward; more than that, he sensed an anger he had never experienced before.

Julian had repeatedly humiliated him in a similar manner, trampling on his affections for Diana so savagely…

His fingers trembled as he instinctively sped up on making his rounds. “Your wounds are healing well.”

As he spoke, his fingers landed on the wounds on Julian’s chest.

He couldn’t stop himself from pressing down hard on it.

Julian immediately shot him a look as sharp as arrows.

“Oliver?”

Oliver hummed, trying to suppress the panic that was rising in his chest. He stuffed his trembling hands into his pocket and apologized, “Sorry, I couldn’t control my strength well.”