"Glades."
Julia called out, feeling a bit of a headache. Please, stop treating her as a child—she was almost twenty-seven. In just over a month, after the New Year, she would be twenty-seven years old. She even had a little bun in the oven, yet they still fussed over her like she was a child.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I'd rather take the hit myself than let Julia get hurt," Rachel Bailey hurriedly assured.
Julia felt a headache coming on. She actually saw Glades Horne's behavior as a form of deep love. He was constantly worried about the woman he loved, never feeling at ease no matter who she was with. Yet, he'd rather keep his worries to himself, just to make her feel free and happy. His love seemed deeper than Hansen Ruiz's love for her. Often, only outsiders could see through it all.
Glades Horne gave Julia a few more words of caution before finally rolling up his car window and ordering Wade Coleman to drive.
