She always managed to make him feel the most genuine, purest happiness with her normal, ordinary heart.
There were no tempestuous storms between them like others experienced, nor was their love as dramatic and boisterous. Theirs was an everlasting, gentle stream—plain, yet warm enough to make others envious.
Obediently, like a child, he closed his deep eyes. Under her tender caress and soft, gentle whispers, he began to drift into a deep sleep, dreaming only of her.
Only when his breathing became even did Julia Bluen rest her head on his chest, slowly sinking into dreamland herself.
In the Courtyard, however, someone stood silently, letting the dark sky weigh down upon him. His gaze remained fixed on a particular room in the Main House—the room where Glades Horne and Julia Bluen stayed in this villa.
A red Audi stopped in front of the villa's main gate but did not drive in.
