Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1380

This time, they could have made up for this regret.

Unfortunately, Julian didn’t know how to cherish the chance.

Diana pursed her lips, recalling the infuriating things Julian had said on the phone.

She decided to resolutely ignore him. No more thinking about him!

With these thoughts in mind, she subconsciously quickened her pace and headed toward her room. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She took out her room key, and Betty helped her scan the card on the sensor. A blue light illuminated, and the door opened with a click.

Suddenly, a thought entered Diana’s mind—those maids in white uniforms before seemed oddly familiar. Why were they all dressed in traditional clothing?

It was somewhat similar to what she remembered of Matt Hughes.

Diana suddenly became interested in the person staying in the room next to the hotel.

She let Betty go in first, and said, “There might be some leftovers stuck on your hands after you ate the cotton candy. Go wash them quickly.”

Diana was already lenient about Betty eating candy. Betty was overjoyed, and was eager to curry favor with Diana. Hearing Diana’s instructions, she took it as a command and rushed into the bathroom.

The sound of water came from the bathroom. Betty was meticulous, but also slow. Even if it was just washing her hands, she would intertwine each finger one by one. Then, she would use hand soap again. This whole process would take about five minutes.

Five minutes.

It was enough for Diana to stand at the door and observe for a while.

Standing so openly and staring at the neighboring room might be too obvious.

After some thought, Diana decided to walk to the end of the corridor. Walking back and forth a couple of times would allow her to see if the guest next door would come out.

She wanted to see who this person was. She wanted to find out if there were any clues related to Matt.

As a result…

“Mommy!”

When Betty had finished washing her hands, the people cleaning the room next door hadn’t left yet.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…

Diana didn’t know how detailed their work was.

Before entering her room, she overheard them discussing how many strands of hair were in the drain, and how to get them out.

It was just an accommodation, yet they even needed to talk about the hair in the drain?

Diana found such cleanliness utterly exasperating. It seemed the meticulous guest wouldn’t be coming over for a while, so she didn’t plan to wait outside any longer.

When she heard Betty calling, she hurriedly entered the room.

Betty wanted to wash her face after washing her hands. Then, she wanted to brush her teeth and shower before heading to bed.

But her hair was braided, and she couldn’t undo it herself.

“Mommy, quickly untie it for me,” Betty said dramatically, sighing. “I couldn’t see you just now, and I thought you didn’t want me anymore. It scared me, and I almost wanted to cry.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Diana said, but she felt a bit guilty in her heart. She shouldn’t have kept it a secret from Betty, and stayed alone outside the room.

It was an unfamiliar place, and Betty would naturally depend on Diana’s presence a lot.

At the same time, she was happy for being needed.

Raising children was like this, especially when they were young. It often gave Diana the illusion that she was their entire world.

For instance, like how they had reached for her consistently when they were babies.

Even though they were only babies with no self-awareness and their smiles weren’t necessarily expressions of happiness—more often, they were unconscious muscle movements—they somehow knew who their mother was.

It was especially true at night. As soon as they heard Diana’s voice, both children would cry. Only when they were in Diana’s arms would they stop.

When they wanted to sleep, regardless of day or night, they wanted Diana. If Diana held them, they would quickly fall asleep.

But if it were someone else, even a nanny who spent every day with them like Diana, it would take a long time of fussing and crying before they finally slept.

Diana was their comforter.

She had been, and still was, strongly needed by the children.

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