Deep down, I still harbor no fondness for Julia Bluen. In my mind, if it weren't for Julia, I wouldn't have been instigated by Orlando Evans, nor would I have been severely punished by my older brother.
Yet, at this mont, I dare not express my resentnt towards Julia. Instead, I have to show gratitude, because if Julia hadn't been there, my punishnt would surely have been more severe.
Upon reflection, I realize that Julia actually treats quite well. Although we argue and bicker at tis, Julia's concern for is genuine.
Why can't I sincerely accept Julia?
It's probably out of jealousy. I envy the strong love and protection Julia receives from my brother.
n as outstanding as Glades Horne are rare, few and far between. And he dotes on Julia to such an extent! Many n pamper their wives, but it's extrely rare for one to do so as he does.
Thinking of Orlando Evans, Adele Horne also felt resentnt rising in her heart.
Every plan Orlando ca up with was never perfect, always leading to be punished.
But I also bla myself.
I was brainless, impulsive, and jealous of Julia. All these factors together led to be swayed by Orlando's instigation.
Her cheeks burned with pain. She had slapped herself very hard to achieve the desired effect.
"If there's a next ti, Mom won't protect you either," Mila Anderson said, sitting beside Adele and carefully applying ice to her swollen, reddened face. Seeing her daughter like that, Mila couldn't hide the pain in her eyes. Unable to help herself, Mila turned to glance at Julia with a flicker of apology in her gaze.
"Mom, I won't dare to do it again."
Adele's words were actually true; she would never dare to slap herself again. It was painful and unsightly, and my sches hadn't succeeded, she reflected. It was like trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it.
Seeing her mother glance at Julia, she also sneaked a peek.
Glades was tenderly applying ice to Julia's face with great affection.
The old lady and Sovia Morris, among others, were all observing his expression and movents.
Seeing his deep affection and care for Julia, the feelings of the more experienced won suddenly changed. All being won, who wouldn't envy having a man protect them like that? Initially, Sovia and Viola Hanley were sowhat displeased because their allowances had been suspended. It wasn't that they would starve without the allowance, as they owned plenty of immovable property. However, without the allowance, they couldn't live as extravagantly as before.
Now, seeing the way Glades looked after Julia, the two aunts suddenly felt like mothers, filled with contented blessings. After all, they had watched this passionate young man grow up. Now that he had beco a true man, they felt a sense of relief.
Their displeasure quietly disappeared.
"It's late. You should all go back to your rooms and rest," Glades said, scanning everyone with a cold gaze.
There was no need for the family to be present to deal with Orlando, he thought. I've given Jonathan Allen half an hour, and I estimate Jonathan is already carrying out the task.
Orlando!
That despicable, shaless woman. After tonight, I'll make her tremble at the re ntion of my na.
Everyone hardly spoke. Hearing Glades say this, they gradually went upstairs. Sovia and Viola had their own rooms here, so they too returned to their rooms.
It was now past ten at night. Indeed, it was very late.
Glades also picked up Julia in his arms.
"Glades, I can walk by myself," Julia said, feeling sowhat uneasy as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would put her down. I've only been slapped—I'm not seriously ill. I've applied ice, and the pain isn't so bad anymore, although the swelling will probably only go down tomorrow.
Glades looked down at her, his eyes deep, his pressed lips slightly parting, his hoarse voice tinged with a hint of teasing, "You weren't afraid of disgrace just now, so why fear losing face when I carry you upstairs?"
Julia was taken aback. Hearing his teasing words, she knew his fury had passed, and her heart truly relaxed. He's so fierce. If I encounter any troubles in the future, it would be better to seek my own solution and keep him unaware, otherwise...
"Put away those thoughts. If sothing happens to you and you don't tell ..."
"Stop having such sharp eyes, okay? In front of you, I feel completely exposed, as if you can see through all my thoughts," Julia couldn't help but poke his firm chest.
Glades continued walking upstairs without stopping, his voice low and hoarse, "It's you who have put those thoughts all over your face."
Had I?
Julia let go of his neck, wanting to touch her own face, but Glades's low, hoarse voice pierced her ears again, "Don't touch. The swelling on your face hasn't gone down yet."
It was as if my face belonged to him, as if touching it would cause him pain.
In truth, the blow to her body pained his heart.
Julia didn't touch her face in the end but instead wrapped her arms back around his neck, resting her head in his solid embrace.
Tonight's events made feel like I had fallen from heaven into Hell, then ascended back to heaven—the fluctuations were too great. When I felt wronged, I was furious, feeling as if I had plunged into Hell itself, tornted in every conceivable way. The whole family watched with questioning and accusatory eyes, making feel as if I had committed so unforgivable sin.
Even though they were all sitting and not saying much, the pressure they put on was still there, invisibly.
Therefore, when my own man decided to punish the family, I just sat back and enjoyed the show.
The thoughts of a husband and wife really do share many similarities.
Glades had acted because everyone had added to the pressure on . That's why, except for the old lady, he didn't let anyone off.
Having such an understanding husband truly felt like the blessing of ten lifetis; even that might not be enough to earn it.
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