"That's good," Glades Horne responded calmly.
His deep gaze remained unfathomable, and Julia Bluen couldn't see anything in it.
Unable to discern anything, Julia wasn't in a hurry. She believed that one day, Glades would give her a satisfactory explanation for all these confusions.
"Do you want to eat out, or should we go home for dinner?" Julia started walking towards the house.
Glades paused momentarily, deeply fixing his gaze on her svelte and graceful departing figure. A touch of tenderness and a hint of relief flickered in his eyes before he followed Julia with firm steps.
"This is our home. We are already home."
Julia had reached the entrance to the Main House when she heard his words. She turned her head and glanced at him with a smile. "If you want me to cook for you, just say so."
"Alright then, my dear wife, I want to eat the food you prepare for me every day," he said.
