After crossing the two-meter-wide concrete path in the Courtyard, Glades Horne personally opened the intricate, openwork gate for Julia Bluen. He then stood aside like a soldier, a light smile on his face. Teasingly, he said to Julia, who was still in the car, "Humbly awaiting my dear wife's return."
Julia's delicate brows immediately arched, and her rosy lips couldn't help but curl into a light, heartfelt smile. She didn't drive into the villa. Instead, she sat in the car, smiling as she gazed at the tall man waiting for her, her unspoken thoughts clear in her eyes.
Glades Horne chuckled softly. He understood her unspoken message and recalled his own domineering words: as long as he was around, she shouldn't even think about driving.
