"You only woke up at eleven in the morning," Glades Horne said in his low, husky voice. He deliberately mentioned the time to tease her, then blinked his mischievous eyes at her.
"...What? It's eleven already? Why didn't you wake me up earlier? What will your family think of me when I go downstairs later?" Julia Bluen exclaimed softly, pushing him away forcefully and dashing towards the wardrobe nearby. However, she had only taken two steps before Glades scooped her up again.
She wanted to look away, but her eyes seemed fixed on his, unable to turn or shift, locked in a direct gaze with him. "Julia, you are my wife! No one can bully you. You don't have to worry about being treated like a daughter-in-law from ancient times, bullied by the family elders. So don't worry about sleeping in late and getting scolded. All you need to do is fulfill your filial duties as a daughter-in-law; you don't need to go out of your way to please anyone," he said.
