Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 42 Hostility_1

"Julia Bluen, it’s me."

James Horne’s eyes quickly flashed with a chill, and his voice was extremely low.

Julia didn’t have his mobile number. It was odd; they had known each other since childhood, yet she never knew his mobile number—perhaps she simply didn’t want to. He, however, had hers.

"James Horne? May I ask what this is about?" Julia’s somewhat surprised voice continued. Her tone was clear and melodious, pleasing to the ear even with a trace of confusion.

"I’m waiting for you at the crossroads. You have three minutes," James Horne stated coldly, not elaborating, and then cut off the call.

Though there were many paths in the Mansion Garden, there was only one crossroads. With his instructions, Julia could find him accurately.

He turned, got back into his car, and drove it near the crossroads before stopping. Sitting inside, he lit another cigarette. The acrid smell of tobacco immediately filled the car.

Ten minutes later, Julia appeared in his line of sight.

Julia, a full seven minutes late, casually walked up to James Horne’s car window. She tapped on it, then bent over under the streetlight to look at James Horne inside and asked, "Did you want to see me about something?"

He said earlier he was looking for Glades Horne, Julia thought. She knew that while Glades Horne was considerate of their brotherly affection, a thorn still marred his relationship with James; Julia had been aware of this for a long time. She wouldn’t say Glades Horne was at fault, nor James Horne. The only one to blame was Gian Horne.

James Horne rolled down the window. His cold eyes shot out a chilling light, like a sharp sword, harshly slashing across Julia’s beautiful face. Julia raised an eyebrow. What the hell was her brother-in-law doing, sizing her up with such a hostile gaze? When had she offended him?

Without warning, James Horne reached out, grabbed Julia’s wrists, and yanked her closer until her body was pressed against the car. His cold eyes bored into her as he ground out through clenched teeth, "Why?"

She forcefully pushed away his hand, her face stiffening. "James Horne," she said irritably, "if you have something to say, speak plainly. I’m all ears. But please, spare me the manhandling."

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James Horne fell silent again, his cold gaze becoming complicated.

Shooting him a fierce glance, Julia turned and strode away.

James Horne didn’t follow, only watched her retreating figure with a cold gaze.

The night was as cool as water, and the whole earth seemed asleep. In the Mansion Garden, every cement path was devoid of a single soul, save for the silent streetlights. The black dome of the sky was like a vast net, engulfing everything under heaven. The Mid-Autumn Festival was past, and the bright moon was only intermittently visible. The stars were even more elusive, unlike summer nights that glittered with constellations. Dark clouds rolled ominously, hiding unknown powers within.

Suddenly, a silver Rolls-Royce raced into the Mansion Garden at a mad pace. Its speed resembled a race car fighting for first place on the track, carrying a palpable sense of murderous intent as it roared down the cement road.

The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Bluen Family mansion’s gates.

The two-meter-tall, wrought stainless steel gate was quietly locked. The two spherical lights atop the gateposts emitted a pure, white, soft glow. The Courtyard was silent, as if even the plants slept with their owners. The Courtyard lights had gone out; the closer one got to the Main House, the more pitch-dark it became. The three-story Main House was also devoid of any light, signifying that everyone was dreaming, undisturbed by the sudden arrival of the Rolls-Royce.

Glades Horne wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a black suit vest and straight black dress pants. He wasn’t wearing a tie, but his noble aura was unmistakable. He sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles protruded, betraying his anger. His handsome lips seemed glued together, leaving only a thin line between them. His dark eyes emitted a coldness like that of a demon from Hell, especially chilling in the pitch-black night.

Detestable sister! Shameless Orlando Evans!

He had returned home from the Bluen Family’s residence, gone straight upstairs to his room, and called Julia Bluen, telling her to rest early. He sensed Julia might be having pre-wedding jitters due to the abrupt changes. After the call, he took a comforting bath in the Bathroom and lay on his large bed. When Orlando Evans saw him come out of the Bathroom, she abandoned her ladylike image from the day. She cooed at him flirtatiously and approached him, saying that such a long night was hard to endure alone and she was willing to accompany him through it.

He, who was still drying his wet hair with a clean towel, quickly wrapped the towel around his upper body to prevent the shameless woman’s eyes from taking advantage.

He rebuked Orlando Evans, telling her to leave, but she brazenly clung to him. She professed her deep love for him, saying that even if he registered his marriage with Julia, she would continue to love him as always. She even suggested that if he was marrying Julia only as a substitute for Ruby Bluen, why not consider her a substitute as well? She claimed she’d be willing, just to be his woman, and didn’t mind being the second, third, or even fourth or fifth.

Enraged, he very unceremoniously hauled Orlando Evans to the door, flung it open, and threw her out. After he dressed, still seething, he disregarded his sister’s pleas. Regardless of the late hour, he forcibly expelled Orlando Evans from the grand Horne mansion and ordered all servants to never again let her set foot in the Horne residence.

His patience had its limits!

Though he had thrown Orlando Evans out, his anger remained. He couldn’t sleep, so he simply drove out. Somehow, he subconsciously drove to the Bluen Family residence.

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