Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 776

Diana was flabbergasted.

She looked at Simon in disbelief. “What…what did you just say?”

“Everything I said is true.” After holding it in for so long, he finally dared to admit it, face up to his own feelings, and declare his feelings for her. It brought a long-awaited relief to him. “I’ve liked you even before you lost your memories.”

He shrugged. “It’s just that I stood no chance back then.”

He was speaking the truth. Before Diana lost her memories, she only had eyes for Julian. Bystanders stood no chance of interfering in their relationship.

Diana was completely stunned.

So, what he was hiding from her was his feelings for her!

She had thought so badly of him…

She suddenly felt guilty and ashamed of herself.

“I’m not worthy of you liking me,” she said.

How could she doubt Simon just because of something a stranger said?

Doubt that he had an ulterior motive in staying by her side.

From what she could see now, Simon did have an ulterior motive, but even that was for her sake.

Simon could tell that Diana was still in a state of shock. He gave her a relaxed and magnanimous smile. “Take your time to process that. I’m not in a rush to hear your response.”

He looked in the direction of the children’s room and promised Diana, “But as long as you’re agreeable, I can be their father anytime you wish.”

Right after he said that, he left the apartment he had arranged for Diana.

Downstairs, he missed Julian’s car by a hair.

Julian could see Simon clearly through the rear view mirror; he neither got out of the car nor made his presence known. He didn’t even throw Simon a couple more glances.

The look he shot Simon was as if he was looking at something as insignificant as an ant.

Simon had never been a threat to him in the past.

Not now, not ever.

The only threat lied in whether Diana loved him or not.

The only thing he cared about was whether Diana would betray love just like his father did.

Right now, he was going to ask her for an answer.

He headed upstairs and knocked on the door.

His knocks were very rhythmic, his lithe fingers hitting the door as if it were a graceful instrument. Even the way he knocked on a door was outstanding.