Chapter 106: Warming the Heart (2)_1
"Don’t worry, I’m fine." Julia Bluen stepped forward and righted the brand-new bicycle. Passersby cast them glances that were a mixture of worry and amusement.
"We’re fine," Julia Bluen said, seeing through the passersby’s thoughts and smiling at them warmly. Her sweet, radiant smile nearly captivated the passing male tourists. However, after receiving Glades Horne’s icy, sharp glare, they quickly averted their eyes from Julia Bluen. This Eastern-looking man’s gaze is terrifying, enough to kill, they thought.
"Are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself?" Glades Horne insistently checked her all over for injuries. He didn’t see any, but he was still worried.
"Haven’t you checked? If you don’t believe my words, at least believe your own eyes," Julia Bluen said with a resigned laugh. Sometimes, when a man cares too much, it can also put a certain amount of pressure on you.
"I don’t even trust my own eyes. They can only see the surface, not what’s inside. What if you have an internal injury? No, I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked." It was such a minor incident, yet Glades Horne was extremely worried and filled with regret. If only he hadn’t been so eager for her closeness, he wouldn’t have crashed the bike, and she wouldn’t have fallen.
"Glades, there’s no need. I’m really fine. Let’s go, or it’ll be dark before we reach Coastal Avenue." Julia Bluen pushed the bicycle back to him, looking at him playfully as she said, "If you won’t ride, then I will, and you can sit on the back."
"Really, you’re fine?" Glades Horne naturally didn’t want her to give him a ride. He took the bicycle from Julia Bluen’s hands, still asking with concern.
"Why are you acting like an old woman?"
Julia Bluen felt a headache coming on.
"With you, I have to be like an old woman," he said. He would rather hurt himself than let her be hurt.
She was the cherished wife he had almost missed after so many twists and turns, the one he had finally managed to marry.
He had to watch over her like a doting mother, like an old woman, carefully protecting her, wanting her to fall deeply for him.
"Then I’ll just call you ’Old Lady’ from now on." After Glades Horne got back on the bicycle, Julia Bluen hopped onto the back seat, her arms naturally wrapping around his sturdy waist.