Julian wanted to say that he didn’t want to leave.
He couldn’t rest assured if he were to leave.
However, the look on their faces told him that if he were to say that, it would be akin to throwing a bomb
at them.
It was probably better for him to keep quiet.
Therefore he, a tall and handsome bigwig of Richburgh, folded his sleeves and silently took over Mrs.
Lay’s cleaning tools and began cleaning the house.
Diana was flabbergasted at his actions. “Mr. Fulcher, what are you doing?’
“Making it up to you,” Julian improvised on the spot, fearing that Diana would immediately tell him to
scram.
He didn’t even dare to look closely at her wounds.
He knew his heart would ache if he did that.
“Make it up to me?”
‘Yes.” Julian pointed at the things that Noel brought; for the first time, had the urge to triple Noel’s pay
right on the spot. “Didn’t you ask me to take some things home just now?”
He pointed to a box of birds’ nest and a box of apples. “I’ll take these two things.”
Diana’s jaw dropped.
He really wanted to take some things home!
Did the wealthiest man in Richburgh, even lack these things?
“I’ve never had them before.” The moment the words left his mouth, Julian wanted to bite off his dull
tongue.
That was too exaggerated a lie.
Thankfully, he reacted fast and added, “I’ve never had them so cheap before, and I want to try it.”
The corner of Diana’s lips twitched. “Please go ahead.”
The more things he took, the less she felt indebted to him.
Halfway through their conversation, Julian began breaking out in cold sweat.
He subconsciously brushed his fringe aside, revealing the beads of sweat that had formed on his
forehead.
Even the scar on his forehead could be seen clearly.
It looked like an ugly centipede crawling on his forehead.
Diana’s heart trembled at the sight of the scar.
Once again, she recalled how he pulled her down from the car, the anxious look on his face, and the
drops of his blood that landed on her hand.
It was burning hot and searing red.
‘You…” she said, “care a lot for me?”
That was how he looked like to her at that time.
His face was filled with concern for her.
Diana thought she would bury that memory deep in her heart, but at this moment, when he was acting
strange before her, she rashly blurted her question out.
Julian didn’t reply to her.
She was his source of life.
He didn’t just care for her-he treated her as preciously as he saw his life.
That was why he dared to do something as bold and dangerous as driving his car and stopping right at
the perfect angle.
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