What he feared most was losing her.
After twenty-six years as childhood sweethearts, she had long beco an integral part of his life. If she were absent, or if she ignored him, he would lose his temper.
"They are invisible bodyguards I hired to protect you. There are four of them, split into two shifts, to protect you twenty-four hours a day. But, Julia, I didn't an to monitor you. I only instructed them to protect you secretly and never asked them to report your movents to . I have no idea of your whereabouts. This morning, when I got up and couldn't find you, and you didn't have your phone, I wanted to find you, so I instructed Ruiz to help track you down," Glades Horne explained about the invisible bodyguards in a low, husky voice, holding her.
"You don't like putting on airs, and sotis you ddle in others' affairs, acting bravely for justice. But you're not a police officer, nor are you skilled in martial arts. As a woman, you're bound to encounter danger at so point. Having them follow you gives so peace of mind. Those four bodyguards were handpicked by Ruiz, and I've t them personally. They're all police academy graduates with rich experience as bodyguards."
Glades Horne released his arms from around her and instead lifted her chin. He gazed deeply into her eyes and said earnestly, "Julia, trust , everything I do is for your own good. I have absolutely no intention of spying on you or controlling you."
Grasping the hand that was lifting her chin, Julia Bluen pulled his hand down, then intertwined her fingers with his. She looked up at him steadfastly and said, "Glades, I believe you!"
She had been too suspicious. Considering how much he doted on her and understood her, how could he possibly hire bodyguards to protect her and simultaneously monitor her? Even when her family suspected that Glades Horne had married her out of revenge against the Bluen Family, she had been able to firmly believe he wasn't that kind of person.
And now she had actually...
Julia Bluen felt a pang of self-reproach. Fortunately, she had only remained silent earlier and hadn't made a big fuss; otherwise, her remorse would have been even deeper.
This small instance of dissatisfaction with Glades Horne made Julia Bluen fully realize that a marriage requires wholehearted trust and communication between spouses. Marriage isn't sothing one person can manage with effort alone; it requires two people to work together to fill their love nest with warmth and love.
From then on, Julia Bluen was truly able to achieve one hundred percent absolute trust in Glades Horne. No more petty grievances arose between the couple, not even a tiny bit.
"Julia." Glades Horne breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had genuinely been afraid Julia would misunderstand him.
Julia believing him ant the four bodyguards could continue to protect her. He could also continue to rest assured, allowing her to work and make friends freely, without worrying about her coming to any harm.
What he wanted to be was never just her husband, but also her protective umbrella!
"Glades, I'm sorry," Julia Bluen said, proactively snuggling into his embrace. She was deeply apologizing for making him panic earlier.
His love and care for her were much deeper than hers for him.
She had only to appear slightly off-kilter for him to beco nervous.
In the future, she definitely had to be careful not to let her own emotions affect him.
"You have nothing to apologize for. If it were , I would also feel dissatisfied," Glades Horne replied in a hoarse voice. "Anyone who found out their husband had hired people to secretly follow them would assu it was surveillance."
It was precisely because he had considered this point that he initially instructed the four bodyguards not to let Julia Bluen know the truth.
It was just too coincidental. Julia Bluen had encountered difficulties three tis, and it was always those two bodyguards on duty, which was how Julia Bluen saw through it.
"Let's go to the Police Station to give our statents quickly. Later, we also need to go accompany Grandma. It's rare for us to be resting at ho; we should make so ti to accompany the old folks. Old people usually get too bored at ho." Julia Bluen cupped Glades Horne's face, planted a comforting kiss on his handso cheek, and skillfully changed the subject.
This kiss from her greatly improved Glades Horne's mood, and he nodded his agreent.
Julia Bluen turned to open the car door, but Glades Horne caught the hand she was using to open the door with lightning speed and growled urgently, "Where do you think you're going?"
"I want to move to the front seat. Aren't you driving? Or you can sit here, and I can move to the front to drive; that works too," Julia Bluen said, unable to suppress a laugh.
"As long as I'm here, you won't be the one driving." Glades Horne also started to laugh. Then he also opened his car door, and the two of them moved to the driver's seat and front passenger seat respectively.
The car finally pulled away from the road in front of the Emperor hotel. After this small ripple, this loving couple, whose sweetness was already the envy of others, would beco even more devoted, their bond even more solid. Even if countless howreckers or countless conspiracies were to assail them, they could no longer be shaken in the slightest.
The car had just rged into the stream of traffic when Glades Horne received another phone call. After speaking softly for a mont, he pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped.
Julia Bluen glanced at him, puzzled, but she didn't ask any questions. She sat quietly by his side. He definitely had a reason for pulling over. He would naturally tell her when he wanted to, and she didn't want to be a woman who always wanted to control her husband.
While working at Cosmos, she ca into contact with the most wage-earners. Many of them were people with worldly experience. When they gathered, they would either talk about their mothers-in-law, their children, or their husbands. So would smugly say their husbands were like kites flying in the sky, and they were the ones holding the kite string; wherever their husbands flew, they were controlled by them. They knew everything, big or small, even down to how many glasses of water their husbands drank a day. On the surface, people would say such won were formidable, skilled in having their husbands under their thumb. In reality, this was a big problem. Everyone, no matter who, craves freedom. Even if there are restraints, they still like to have a little bit of freedom. If everything is controlled, they might endure it for a while, but they can't endure it for a lifeti. One day they would erupt, and once that happened, the couple's relationship would run into problems.
Julia Bluen had also heard so workers at the Cosmos Group say that so couples both worked as production line workers in the Cosmos workshop. Everyone knew clearly how much the husband and wife earned each month. Every payday, the husband's salary would be handed over in full. The wife would only give her husband fifty yuan for pocket money. The cigarettes the husband needed for a month, the wife would buy them for him all at once, but they were those cheap brands costing only two or three yuan a pack.
When Julia Bluen heard this at the ti, her eyes went wide. She felt that the world was too big, and it truly took all sorts to make it.
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