In this age of rampant materialism and mistresses, men as devoted as the CEO, loving only their wives, are truly rare.
On his way home, Glades Horne bought many fruits Julia loved and even stopped by the Flower Shop to buy a bouquet of roses. He intended to make Julia feel that even the days spent at home, resting and nurturing her pregnancy, were filled with sweetness.
When Glades Horne returned to the villa in the deepest part of the luxury residential area, he found its gate securely locked. There was no car in the garage, the Main House's door was also locked, and there wasn't the slightest sign of movement inside.
His eyebrows furrowed. Hasn't Julia arrived yet?
He checked the time; it was nearly twelve o'clock. She had asked him to return to their little home for lunch; by now, she should have been at home waiting for him.
He took out his phone and called Julia Bluen.
The call connected quickly. It rang for a while before Julia picked up.
