"Julia, you're really breaking my heart. I thought that whether it was a day off or a busy day, you were always mine," Glades Horne said with a deliberately woeful expression, his voice low and husky.
"Glades." Sometimes this man really…
Julia Bluen suddenly couldn't find the words to describe this man she had known for twenty-six years, a man she thought she understood very well, yet in reality, had never truly fathomed.
Being with him, she had discovered many sides of him that others didn't see. Like right now, he looked every bit the rogue, nothing like his usual self. He seemed more like a man consumed by jealousy, as if she were spending time not with the old lady, but with his rival in love. Seriously! The old lady was his own grandmother!
