"Who dares to be disrespectful to my wife?"
A low voice, carrying the fury of a storm, came through.
As the sound faded, Glades Horne's tall and robust figure, radiating a chilling aura, was already positioned behind Julia Bluen, followed naturally by his two bodyguards. Julia Bluen didn't even know when he had arrived, but his timing couldn't have been more perfect.
His domineering hand reached out, wrapped with a protective air, and wound around Julia Bluen's waist; then she was swiftly drawn into a warm and solid embrace. It was an embrace Julia had grown familiar with, yet with each one, she felt a new shockwave as his affection for her continued to deepen.
