After hanging up the call, Glades Horne's face clouded over. Damn Silvia Baxter, daring to request a eting with his Julia! Did she think his Julia was soone just anyone could et?
"Glades, what's wrong? Who wants to see ?" Julia asked with concern, noticing his displeasure and gruff tone. Anyone who knew her was aware that she was in her postpartum confinent. Unless it was a very close female friend, no one would visit her at this ti. From Glades's retort just now, it sounded like a Mr. Baxter wanted to et her. No man would request to et a woman during her postpartum confinent.
Glades's love for her had always been deep and a bit domineering. It was inevitable that he would be angry knowing a man had co seeking to et her. She just wanted to know who the visitor was. She couldn't recall any Mr. Baxter off the top of her head. Did she even know such a person? Oh, wait, there seed to be one—a major client of the Valence Group. But that elderly Mr. Baxter wouldn't behave so improperly, would he? Could it be…
Smart as she was, Julia arrived at an answer, and just then, Glades confird it for her.
"Silvia Baxter."
Glades turned around, his voice low and forbidding, clear anger still visible on his handso face.
Silvia Baxter? It really was her!
Julia also frowned. She and Silvia Baxter hardly knew each other, having t only once when she accompanied Glades to et a client. At that ti, Glades had even thought Silvia Baxter was a man; he'd been jealous, but later found out she was a woman. Silvia Baxter had invited her to dinner, but who could have known she would be kidnapped? Thankfully, she wasn't hard in the end. But who exactly was the kidnapper? The vehicle was destroyed, and the kidnapper died. Since the kidnapper was an orphan, it beca difficult to investigate further after their death. Moreover, all information about the kidnapper had been deliberately destroyed, indicating that this person was the mastermind.
Everyone's instinct was to suspect Silvia Baxter as the mastermind, but there was no evidence.
But if it really was Silvia Baxter, why did she kidnap Julia? Could it really have been for lust? The Baxter and Horne families had been business partners for many years, and both were very important to each other. Silvia Baxter had no reason to offend Glades, as it would also harm the Baxter family. Besides, while Julia was pretty, there were many won even more beautiful. According to investigations, Silvia Baxter wasn't soone known for fidelity. She had no reason to anger Glades over Julia and jeopardize the business relations between their two families. Unless Silvia Baxter had so other, unspeakable ulterior motive. In the previous kidnapping incident, Silvia Baxter had been the most suspicious.
However, Glades had asked Jas Horne to investigate the matter, and so far, there were no results.
"Why has she co here?" Julia asked, her tone serious and curious.
"She better not think of getting close to you!" Glades asserted in a low, possessive voice. His wife—no one else, not even other won, should think of getting close to her.
"I won't let her get close to either. She's nothing like Helen Griffin. Helen gives off a much more approachable vibe."
He had extre distrust for Silvia Baxter. There seed to be many sches hidden in the depths of her eyes. If the Baxter family's business were to be inherited by Silvia Baxter, he mused, their cooperation with the Valence Group would likely end.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Julia smiled. "Can one woman make you lose confidence?"
Caressing her brow and eyes, he said huskily, "It's precisely because Silvia Baxter is a woman that she's harder to guard against. Didn't you agree to go to dinner with her last ti because she's a woman, and you thought there wasn't much danger?"
"Don't worry. I'm not the sa person I was before, soone who could be manipulated without even realizing it."
"Do you still rember Nicholas Coldwell?"
Did the harm Nicholas Coldwell caused her still linger in her heart?
"After all, we were once in a relationship; I still rember his na," Julia answered honestly. The ntion of Nicholas Coldwell, however, stirred no emotion in her heart; she now regarded him purely as a stranger.
Glades pursed his lips, saying nothing.
Thinking he was jealous, Julia quickly explained, "We've been married for a year now, and we even have a son. You can't keep getting jealous over nothing."
Slipping down beside her, Glades lay by her side, hugging her as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "I trust you. Go to sleep now, while our son is also sleeping. If you wait until the little guy wakes up crying, you won't get any sleep."
Being first-ti parents is truly exhausting, especially when personally caring for the child. Young children only know how to cry, day or night, making the adults who look after them suffer too. Getting four hours of sleep a night is considered fortunate.
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