Glades Horne took her phone, glanced at the message, and his face turned even darker than Julia Bluen's, his eyes becoming icy in an instant, emitting a cold, murderous aura. It had been a long time since Julia had seen that look in his eyes.
Looking up, he turned his gaze to Julia, and she looked back at him.
The couple's eyes met, Julia's clear and pure, while Glades's were unfathomable, leaving even Julia, who was usually so in sync with him, unable to guess what he was thinking at that moment.
"Do you have any suspects?" Glades finally asked in a deep voice after a long pause.
"I suspect Nicholas Coldwell."
Julia voiced her suspicions.
Nicholas Coldwell?
Glades frowned slightly.
"You don't think it's him?"
As he furrowed his brow, Julia pressed for an answer.
"Do you believe the authenticity of this message? Could you suspect that I'm having an affair?" Julia asked the question nervously.
