"Julia, I'm very happy that you're jealous because of me."
"I told you, I'm not jealous." Julia Bluen's face flushed, and she was unwilling to admit she was jealous of her sister.
"Heh," Glades Horne chuckled softly, not pointing out her lie.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." Julia reached out to pry his large hand from her waist.
"Alright." He bent down and scooped her up.
Julia didn't scream. Instead, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. After all, they were a legally married couple. If he wanted to hold her, then let him. She had no objections, and it even saved her the effort of walking.
He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He first touched Julia's short hair to make sure it was dry. Only then did he lower his head, gaze at her intently, and say with a smile, "Want to hear a story?"
Listen to a story?
"Can you even tell a story?" Julia eyed him with a hint of skepticism.
