If Julia Bluen got angry, a certain someone would likely fly into a rage as well. This young woman, though sharp-tongued, was actually kind-hearted. She didn't want to escalate matters, mainly because she worried that a certain man—utterly addicted to pampering his wife—would go ballistic, potentially causing many deaths.
His heart softened, and Hansen Ruiz's fondness for Rachel Bailey deepened.
"You can call me," Hansen Ruiz said, suppressing the fury within him and returning to his gentle demeanor.
Rachel Bailey glanced sideways at him, then, feigning apprehension, she replied, "I'm afraid I'll owe you a favor, and then you'll drag me to some Wine Party again."
Hansen Ruiz couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled the car to the side of the road, then leaned in, his gaze fixed intently on her. With a smile, he said, "Well, now you owe me another favor. Hmm, I actually have a Wine Party tomorrow. How about you continue as my date and repay your debt to me?"
