Chapter 850

Julian's fingers brushed against her neck as they combed through her scalp. That day in her studio's dressing room, his breath was just like the hot air from the hairdryer, spraying forcefully all over her skin. Diana wriggled her shoulders. Julian’s hold on her became gentler. She dared not move at all. When her hair was almost dry, Julian suddenly said, "Before, I used to blow-dry your hair. I was also a jerk. Seeing your hair wet like this makes me uncomfortable." His self-deprecating words softened his harsh demeanor. She could feel the tenderness from his fingertips lingering on her scalp. Diana couldn't help but glance at him. "Julian…?" "Hmm?" "Why did we get divorced before?" This woman was just like muddy ground; if he gave her a little leeway, she would climb along the pole. Julian put away the hairdryer immediately. "Have you become addicted to acting?" Diana choked. She had just remembered. He didn’t believe she had amnesia. If it were in the past, she would