He paused, his handsome face wearing a cool expression, though it mostly conveyed indulgence and doting affection for her.
Julia Bluen sometimes wondered if Glades Horne would help her fetch a ladder if she wanted to tear the sky open. In every action she took, he was supportive and silently tolerant.
Every night when she bathed, he would fuss over her like a mother hen, getting her clothes ready and filling the bath. After she finished and emerged with wet hair, he'd bring the hairdryer to dry it for her. Her hair wasn't much longer than his, and a quick towel rub would mostly dry it. Still, he worried she might catch a cold from any residual dampness and wouldn't rest until he had thoroughly dried it. Otherwise, he felt as if he wasn't taking good enough care of her.
As his wife, she had never done any of these things for him.
Her feelings for him deepened. Especially after learning that she was truly the one he loved, she began to invest her entire heart.
