Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 404: Proposal (1)_1

"Julia, I don’t have heart disease, but if you keep scaring me like this, I will develop it," Glades Horne said softly, his husky voice lingering as he gazed at her after moving his lips away.

Recalling how his heart had started to race when he received the phone call from Aunt Amy halfway, Glades Horne still couldn’t calm down even now.

She had truly scared him to death. If she couldn’t keep it a secret, she should have just said it. After all, Marcel Horne was out of danger now. By trying so hard to hide it, she had ended up startling everyone.

Doesn’t she know that any little thing happening to her would scare him half to death?

With utmost tenderness, Glades Horne covered her abdomen, his handsome face still showing a hint of paleness from the fear. "I thought our baby..." He didn’t continue.

"I’m sorry."

This approach of hers was indeed terrifying. Next time, she dared not use it again. She didn’t want to be pinched in the philtrum by the old lady again; it hurt terribly.

"There will be no next time!" Glades Horne said in a low, husky voice.

"Mmm, but next time you can’t just send me back home alone, leaving me to fight on my own. It’s quite difficult," Julia muttered.

"You are pregnant, and I don’t want you to be upset by going to the hospital. It’s not good for our baby," Glades Horne explained. He hadn’t wanted to send her back home alone to face Grandma’s questioning, but for her and the baby’s sake, he had to do it.

Julia sighed. Even though she hadn’t gone to the hospital, she was still upset for Marcel Horne and for her own sister. She asked quietly and sadly, "How is Brother Marcel doing?"

Glades Horne freed her from the weight pressing down on her and pulled her away from the car. He wrapped his arms around her and turned to walk back. Seeing the old lady and others standing in front of the Main House, he paused for a moment. Then, he continued into the house but didn’t answer her question.

From his expression, she could guess that Marcel Horne’s long stay in the hospital meant his body had improved, but not his spirit. Remembering what the doctor had said, it was difficult for anyone to accept. Thinking of Marcel Horne naturally led her to think of her own sister, and she couldn’t help feeling a sorrowful pang for her. They were born to the same mother; why were their fates so different? No wonder people say that siblings share parents but not destinies.

If Marcel Horne couldn’t ever stand up again, what would happen to her sister? Given her sister’s stubbornness, Julia believed she wouldn’t abandon Marcel. But the issue with their parents was probably going to be even more heart-wrenching.

Over the past few days, she had also made time to visit her childhood home. Every time she went back, her mother would sigh. Her mother said they had originally planned not to stop her sister from being with Marcel Horne and was even persuading her father to agree. But then Marcel had his accident. How could their parents bear to see their daughter marry Marcel now?

She had consoled her mother, saying that Marcel could still stand up. She urged her mother not to let her sister choose a dishonorable path at this time, nor to pressure her. Whatever road or kind of marriage it was, it was her sister’s choice. After all, her sister was an adult, almost twenty-nine years old, and understood what she wanted.

Besides, even if Marcel couldn’t stand up again and had to be confined to a wheelchair for life, as long as their love remained strong, they could still find happiness together.

After hearing Julia’s words, her mother stopped insisting that her sister shouldn’t be with Marcel Horne.

She knew that her parents were actually very open-minded; as long as one reasoned with them persuasively, they would understand.

"Glades, Julia..." The old lady had seen her eldest grandson in an unprecedented panic, which made them anxious as well. But when they chased out of the Main House, they saw he wasn’t taking Julia to the hospital but was instead turning back home. This was not normal.

Glades Horne valued Julia Bluen more than his own life. If Julia lost even a single strand of hair, he would probably want to take her to the hospital for a checkup, let alone if she fainted.

But Glades’s reaction... it had changed too quickly.

"Grandma, let’s go inside and sit. I have something I want to tell you," Glades Horne said as he reached the old lady. His tall figure exuded a heavy presence, and his handsome face was etched with gravity. He knew what the old lady was thinking, but he didn’t offer further explanation for the time being.

"Glades, you’re not taking Julia to the hospital?" Mila Anderson also questioned, her face still showing concern. It made Julia feel guilty all over again.

"Mom, don’t worry, I’ll explain the reason to you later," Glades Horne responded calmly, turning to look at Julia, his deep eyes holding a gaze that only Julia Bluen could understand.

See? You alone tug at the heartstrings of the entire family, he thought.

I’m sorry, okay? I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have used this method; it was truly a spur-of-the-moment decision, born out of necessity, Julia thought back.

Considering the baby, I won’t hold this playful act of yours against you, he conveyed.

You’re biased! You already love the baby more than me so quickly, she pouted internally.

I love the baby, but I love the baby’s mother even more! he assured her.

Such a smooth talker! No, smooth eyes! she retorted in her mind.

Improper wording, he mused. The correct term is ’exchanging affectionate glances.’

The couple’s eyes briefly communicated, their love for each other imbuing their gazes.

Suddenly, the sound of a car came from outside.

Everyone turned their heads towards the villa’s exterior. They saw James Horne’s red Audi, like a ball of fire, approaching from the distance, followed by Pheobe Rogers’s Crown.

Seeing Pheobe’s car, Mila’s face changed slightly, and the old lady’s brows also quietly furrowed.

Pheobe Rogers usually visited when Glades Horne was not at home, so today seemed abnormal. Actually, ever since Glades had frozen Gian Horne’s bank cards, it appeared Pheobe hadn’t come over. Gian also hadn’t sought her out.

But everyone’s expressions quickly changed again.

After James entered the villa, he ordered the servant who had opened the door for him to shut the main gate, preventing Pheobe from driving her car in. Outraged, Pheobe nearly crashed into the villa’s gate. James parked his car in the open-air parking lot. He then got out and walked back outside the villa, where he and his mother stood at the entrance, apparently discussing something.