"Mr. Ruiz personally ca to pick it out, how could it not be complete?" Clara Martinez answered. The fact that Ruiz, the ever-elusive assistant of Glades Horne, ca to select a gown in person showed how much Glades valued Rachel Bailey as a bridesmaid.
The more it was so, the more curious Clara beca. Could there be so problem with the Horne and Bluen families’ marriage alliance since they canceled the attendance of these people?
"Oh. Clara, I have an urgent matter to attend to, I’d better leave now." Julia Bluen, hearing that Hansen Ruiz had personally selected it, felt reassured. She imdiately smiled apologetically at Clara Martinez, then quickly walked over to Rachel Bailey, who was looking around at the wedding dresses. She took Rachel by the hand, and they headed downstairs.
"Julia... That girl, always in such a hurry to co and go," Clara shook her head and muttered.
After leaving the Happiness Wedding Dress Studio, Julia Bluen mimicked Glades Horne, keeping her red lips tightly sealed and saying nothing. She escorted Rachel Bailey back to the Erald Garden Building and then hurriedly left.
Later, as if rembering sothing, she pulled over to the side of the road.
The rain had stopped. Pedestrians on the street were strolling, talking and laughing, no longer in the rush they had been during the downpour.
The green belts, washed by the rain, their erald green leaves looked even more vibrant and lush. So leaves bore sparkling droplets, steadily dripping to the ground.
Julia Bluen took out her phone and entered Glades Horne’s phone number. As soon as the call connected, Glades picked up.
"Julia." His voice was as deep as ever, imbued with a tenderness reserved only for her. It sounded so comforting, unconsciously lifting one’s spirits.
"Where are you?" Julia asked eagerly. She suddenly felt a strong urge to see him, even though they had just had lunch together.
"At ho," Glades responded. His room was being redecorated to include the red ’double happiness’ emblem, and he was personally overseeing the servants’ work. "What’s wrong? Did sothing happen?" Hearing the urgency in Julia’s voice, he asked with concern. "Where are you right now? I’ll co to you imdiately."
"No need, I’m coming to you." Julia ended the call, started the engine, turned the car around, and headed for the Golden Kirin Garden.
On the other end, Glades Horne looked at the disconnected call on his phone, his handso face sowhat solemn, his brows slightly furrowed. Sothing must have happened to Julia.
"Brother, what’s wrong? Did sothing happen to my soon-to-be sister-in-law?" Standing not far from Glades Horne and also helping with the room decorations, Jas Horne asked casually. As he uttered the words "sister-in-law," a strange flicker crossed his cold eyes.
Last night, he had gotten drunk at the Blue Moon Pub, drinking too much. That’s why he hadn’t gone out today, sleeping until Glades Horne got ho. Seeing Glades personally redecorating the bridal room, he "kindly" offered to help.
Every ti he saw those big red "happiness" characters, his heart turned a shade darker.
"I don’t know. She didn’t say over the phone, but she sounded very urgent," Glades Horne responded calmly and turned to leave the room. "Jas, you keep an eye on things here. I’ll go pick her up." His voice trailed back as he had already reached the stairs, his movents nearly a blur with speed.
Watching his elder brother’s calm deanor, which barely concealed his care and concern for Julia Bluen, Jas Horne felt extrely uncomfortable. His brother had never been so anxious for him; even though Glades cared about their sibling bond, his attitude towards Jas was always distant and cold.
At this mont, a jealous hatred for Julia Bluen filled Jas Horne’s heart.
Staring intently at the closed room door, Jas Horne’s handso face beca even more inscrutable and cold than usual. The servants, busy with their work and knowing the Fourth Young Master’s cold temperant, dared not pay too much attention to his expression.
He walked over to Glades Horne’s bed, which had been replaced with a brand new one, and sat down, his icy gaze sweeping around the room. Glades’ room in the large villa was the most spacious, featuring a ’room within a room’ design. Besides the Bedroom, it also contained a small Pub, a Study Room, and a gym; even the Bathroom was larger than others. Opening the curtains of the French windows revealed the entire front yard landscape at a glance. Stepping onto the balcony captured all the scenery of the Backyard as well, offering uniquely beautiful views and a distinct advantage.
His large hand, with a touch of greed, gently caressed the large bed. Jas Horne’s sensually cold lips pursed into a thin line, a hint of longing tingeing the depths of his eyes, sparkling with a rare tenderness. Yet, it was unclear whom he was truly thinking of.
"What are you doing here?" The room door was suddenly pushed open, and Mila Anderson and Adele Horne walked in. Seeing Jas Horne sitting on Glades Horne’s wedding bed, caressing it with a strange expression, Mila Anderson’s well-maintained, beautiful face imdiately darkened.
"Aunt." Jas Horne calmly retracted his hand, showing no sign of panic at being caught. Having honed his skills in the Shopping Mall for several years and, on his own rits, established a kitchenware company of considerable size with over 2,000 employees, he possessed the sa composure as Glades Horne when commanding an army.
Standing up from the marital bed, he said coldly to Mila Anderson, "Brother had sothing co up and asked to keep an eye on things. Aunt, since you’re here now, you can watch over it for him." Having said this, he didn’t wait for Mila Anderson’s response and strode past Mila and her daughter out of the room.
He had been taken into the Horne Family for upbringing at a young age, bearing the title of Fourth Young Master, but his aunt had always been cold to him, guarding against him as if he were a thief. She never showed any concern for him in daily life. Even though his mother had stolen half of his father’s affection, that couldn’t be entirely blad on her. It was the aunt’s failure to keep a close watch on his father that gave him the opportunity to have an affair. Besides, such matters take two to tango; if the aunt wanted to hate soone, she should hate herself and his father first. And he, no matter what, was of Horne blood.
"My son’s affairs don’t need your interference," Mila Anderson snapped, turning towards the closed door, her voice filled with resentnt.
She was not kind to Jas Horne, and he was not kind to her either. They behaved like strangers when they t.
"Mom, why did you even let him co back all those years ago? Every ti I see that icy face of his, which resembles Brother so closely, I’m reminded of that wretched woman stealing Dad from us, and him stealing the fatherly love that belonged to and my brother. It makes furious," Adele Horne grumbled discontentedly.
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