Chapter 1281

Julian was practically in charge of everything related to Betty's clothes and outings. Diana had become a hands-off manager of sorts. After finishing her meal, she sat in her chair, about to get up and head over to the couch. Suddenly, a peculiar fragrance wafted through the air—it was the scent of durian! She eagerly looked toward the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a room filled with ripe, creamy durians that made her mouth water just by looking at them. Julian didn't like durians; he always found them to have a strange odor. Yet now, they were served—intended solely for Diana's delight. She took a moment to recall how she had recently mentioned her liking for durians, but mistakenly attributed it to Julian's preferences. It was only now that she realized her mistake. She gazed at Julian, and couldn't help but think that his endless doting had spoiled her. A smile graced her lips. "Julian, I want to discuss something with you." Today, he had not only handed over his entire