Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 671: Talking About Love (4)_1

Julia made her way to the rooftop and walked behind Glades, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against his back, silent.

Glades grasped her hands that were encircling his waist, pried them apart, then pulled her to stand beside him before he turned, his deep eyes piercing into Julia like needles.

Julia steadily met his piercing gaze.

The couple locked eyes for a full minute before Glades’ expression softened. The morning breeze stirred her hair, which she hadn’t tied up into a high bun yet—her long locks fluttering like a cascading waterfall, exceptionally beautiful.

Reaching out, he captured a strand of her hair, delicately twirling and playing with it as he spoke with a pampering tone that always warmed Julia’s heart, "Did James take the advice?"

Julia smiled, asking, "You won’t misunderstand, will you?"

Glades laughed, retracting the hand that had been playing with her hair, and pulled out his phone. After tapping on it a few times, he handed it to Julia, saying in a husky voice, "If I were to misunderstand, wouldn’t that be precisely falling into someone else’s plot?"

Curious, Julia took the phone he handed over and was stunned. There were a few photos—pictures of her interaction with James when he came to pick up the children that day. The ambiguous moment when James grabbed her hand was also captured.

Who took them? Sending them to Glades—was it to make Glades suspect an affair between her and James?

"Julia, my heart, your love—I understand, and you do too. I will always trust you." Glades pulled the puzzled Julia into his embrace, then immediately deleted those photos sent to his phone.

James might still harbor feelings for Julia, possibly, but Julia had never had any romantic love for James.

He’d identified the sender of the photos.

Late last night, he and Hansen Ruiz had dealt with that person.

Unfortunately, she and her car had plunged into the sea. Her fate was unknown; alive, she couldn’t be found, and dead, her body hadn’t been retrieved. She remained a lingering danger in his heart. He’d never imagined it would be her! Orlando Evans! Utterly unrepentant, she had actually sought revenge on him after her release from prison.

After her release, Orlando Evans relied on her beauty and figure to become a hostess in a major Night Club. Due to her looks, she became very popular there, known as the rose blooming in the night, or simply the Black Rose. She had accumulated a substantial amount of money, all of which she spent on seeking revenge against him and Julia.

The poisoning of Rachel Bailey’s meal was orchestrated by Orlando Evans. She created a diversion, shifting everyone’s attention to Rachel, then seized the opportunity to target the gourmet sweet dumpling store under Julia’s name. Late last night, Hansen Ruiz had summoned him. After learning that Orlando Evans was behind the poisoning, Glades immediately guessed her scheme. He and Hansen Ruiz, along with their men, lay in wait around the gourmet sweet dumpling store, anticipating her arrival. At four in the morning, as expected, Evans arrived, intending to poison the shop with a large amount of rat poison, as Master Sweet Dumpling, who rose early, had already opened the shop’s door.

When Orlando Evans tried to execute her plan, they caught her red-handed.

Realizing her plan had failed, Evans immediately dove into a car, likely her own. She drove like a madwoman, or perhaps it was planned, speeding towards the seaside to escape.

Reaching a very low cliff by the sea with nowhere to run, she, along with her car, crashed into the ocean.

They immediately arranged a search party, but due to the darkness and the depth of the sea where Evans went in, they did not find anyone.

The car sank to the seabed.

Neither seen alive nor found dead, Orlando Evans remained an unresolved threat in his heart.

"James has feelings for Rebecca."

Julia nestled in his arms, feeling particularly at peace. The soft morning sun had not yet gotten harsh, caressing them gently like a mother’s hand.

"He’s stubborn, unable to let go of his infatuation with you," Glades said somberly.

"Give him time; he’ll get over it. Uriel Hughes is pushing him to get married. I think he’ll come to terms with it soon. We just talked about feelings, mentioned love; if he still can’t see clearly, can’t let go, then we’ve done all we can to help. I’ve said everything that there is to say." Julia straightened Glades’ suit and changed the subject, "You just got back from outside, didn’t you?"

Glades lowered his head to look at her, his gaze flickering.

"What kept you busy?"

"Dealing with the poisoner."

"Did you kill her?"

"No, she threw herself into the sea."

"Who?"

"Someone we both know, and who knows us very well—Orlando Evans."

"Her? She has no grudge against Rachel... She was targeting me, wasn’t she?" Julia had only spoken half a sentence before she figured it out.

Glades Horne chuckled; she was indeed his wife.

"She’s been in prison and still doesn’t see her errors? Still wants to hurt others." Julia’s tone also became sharp, without a shred of sympathy for Orlando Evans.

"It’s precisely because she was in prison that her hatred grew deep, so she sought revenge against us. She drove her car into the sea; her fate is uncertain, and we don’t know if she’ll emerge again. But don’t worry, as long as I’m here, even if the sky falls, I will hold it up. I’ll make sure no one will have the chance to hurt you in the slightest." His words, once spoken, promised her a lifetime of peace and happiness, a promise he was determined to keep.

He would spend his entire life, driven by that vow, always protecting her behind him, holding her in the palm of his hand, cherishing her at the center of his heart.

Joy and loss are a pair of opposites, existing simultaneously in different corners.

In the Horne family, Glades and Julia were of one heart and mind, loving and cherishing each other, watching the sunrise together and sharing the quiet of the early morning. Meanwhile, in Nameless Manor, Noah Reyes was startled awake by one dream after another.

The spacious room was sparsely furnished.

He liked the feeling of spaciousness.

Thus, his large room, aside from a small bar to the right of the entrance, contained only a sofa, a large bed, and a wardrobe.

The exceptionally large room, one hundred fifty square meters, took up nearly a third of the entire floor. Furnished with so few items, it felt overwhelmingly empty.

The morning sun pierced through the slightly open curtains, casting its light on the smooth, reflective floor.

Noah Reyes lay on the large bed, two meters long and two meters wide, staring at the ceiling as he mulled over his dreams. Each dream was similar, all depicting scenarios of what would happen when he finally found her.

Thousands of scenarios, yet not one could ease his mind.

He dreamt that another man was by her side, and she called him her husband.

He dreamt that she said she despised him and ordered him never to appear before her again.

He dreamt that beside her was a beautiful little boy, yet she said he was not his child.

He dreamt that she wanted to kill him with a knife, accusing him of ruining her life.

He dreamt...

Too many dreams.

No matter which dreamscape, each deeply clenched his heart.

He turned his head. Sunlight streamed in from outside. A new day had begun.