Julia made her way to the rooftop and walked behind Glades, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against his back, silent.
Glades grasped her hands that were encircling his waist, pried them apart, then pulled her to stand beside him before he turned, his deep eyes piercing into Julia like needles.
Julia steadily met his piercing gaze.
The couple locked eyes for a full minute before Glades' expression softened. The morning breeze stirred her hair, which she hadn't tied up into a high bun yet—her long locks fluttering like a cascading waterfall, exceptionally beautiful.
Reaching out, he captured a strand of her hair, delicately twirling and playing with it as he spoke with a pampering tone that always warmed Julia's heart, "Did James take the advice?"
Julia smiled, asking, "You won't misunderstand, will you?"
