Glades Horne glanced at him, smiled, and remained silent. Hansen Ruiz also smiled.
Checking the time, he stood up and said, "My Rachel is free around now, so I'll head off to be with my wife." Rachel Bailey usually had free time in the afternoon. In the morning, she'd be busy delivering goods to the market or manufacturers with the driver she'd hired. Therefore, the couple usually spent their afternoons together.
Glades Horne didn't say a word, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and simply let out two words in a deep voice: "Wife-whipped!"
Hansen Ruiz paid him no mind and turned to leave. When his peripheral vision caught the snack stand again, a profound look flashed through his gentle, deep eyes once more.
He was going to give Rachel Bailey a big surprise. How could he possibly not know what his beloved wife liked to eat, given his usual attentiveness and resourceful investigation?
