Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 737

She suddenly charged toward Julian and yelled, “Why didn’t you put them back up after they dropped? I made myself so clear in my letter that you should put up the decorations. Why are you so half-hearted about it?!”

Ever since Simon tore off the wall decorations, she should have sensed that the luck she and Julian shared was running out…

She tried her best to make up for it by buying more wall decorations, but they weren’t able to paste them up together on new year’s eve. The decorations even ended up with shoe marks all over.

They looked so dirty—perhaps an accurate reflection of their miserable and unfortunate destiny.

Afterwards, Julian did follow her instructions to put up the new wall decorations.

Yet, they dropped again.

Was this heaven's will?

No matter how hard she tried to embrace the blessings of the new year, she was bound to be in lack of it.

She and Julian…

Were fated to be separated.

No!

She looked up at Mrs. Lay, fire burning in her eyes.

“Mrs. Lay, tell me again what you just said!”

Mrs. Lay had never seen Diana look so anxious and elated, “Madam…” She swallowed past her constricted throat and said apprehensively, “I said that a man by the name of Stewart is here looking for you.”

A man by the name of Stewart?

Not Ms. Kiki Stewart, but a Mr. Stewart!

Who from the Stewart family could be here?

Could it be Shiloh Stewart?

Diana stood up in a rush and was about to drag Julian out of the house when Mrs. Lay called out to her. “Mr. Stewart said that he only wants to see you.”

He only wants to see her?

He simply wanted Mrs. Lay to help spy on whether this Stewart man was handsome and was interested in Diana in that way.

Mrs. Lay was tickled by her master's intentions. She told Diana, "Madam, Mr. Fulcher is truly enamored by you. You just told him off, and he forgot about it the next second. How is he the incisive and hard-hearted CEO whom everyone fears? He's clearly a wife-doting softie at heart…"

"Mrs. Lay!" Diana chided. It was at this time when she reached the villa entrance and saw Shiloh.

His face was exactly the same as the great doctor Mr. Shiloh Stewart she found online.

Before she could rack her brains on how to find him, he came knocking on her door.

This should have been something she was immensely glad about.

However, she couldn't bring herself to feel happy about it.

"Stop talking about it." Diana waved her hands at Mrs. Lay, her eyes carrying a look of determination mixed with sorrow that Mrs. Lay didn't quite understand. Diana drew a line at the door, and stopped Mrs. Lay from crossing it and overhearing her conversation with Shiloh.

"Wait here for me. Don't come close unless I call for you."