Glades Horne had been waiting at home for quite some time.

He had indeed prepared many ingredients, all necessary for the dishes Julia Bluen wanted to make, and not a single item was missing.

This time, he had prepared the quantities just right. Every item was perfectly measured, and not a single ingredient was missing, much to Julia Bluen's great surprise. She kept saying, "Not bad, you've improved. Truly worthy of being my husband."

Glades Horne laughed, having already tied on an apron before her. When he heard her call him her husband, his heart softened. He walked up behind Julia Bluen and possessively pulled her into his embrace.

"I spent all afternoon preparing this, looking up the ingredients needed for these recipes on the internet; it took quite a long time." He hadn't even asked for anyone's help, having looked it all up himself. "When I went to buy the ingredients, I prepared them just according to the recipe instructions, so this time, there absolutely won't be any mistakes."

Turning around in his embrace, Julia Bluen laughed, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a fragrant kiss. Her laugh was as sweet as though she had eaten honey as she said, "Glades, it's so good to have you!"

Having received his wife's reward, Glades Horne felt even sweeter than if he had actually eaten honey. Upon hearing Julia Bluen's words, he was bursting with joy, like a boy who had never experienced love before, holding her even tighter, as if he couldn't wait to merge her into his body.

Afterward, the couple, just as usual, had Julia Bluen taking charge of the cooking while Glades Horne assisted her, preparing their sweet and sour dinner together.

Glades Horne even peeled some intensely tangy oranges to feed Julia Bluen.

Julia Bluen savored each segment as if they were the most delicious treat in the world.

After she ate two oranges, Glades Horne thought about the upcoming dinner and the fact that she was currently on an empty stomach. Since oranges were sour, they shouldn't be consumed in excess, so he decided not to peel any more for her. However, she seemed to have become addicted and insisted that he peel more oranges for her.

"Julia, don't your teeth feel sensitive from the acidity?" Glades Horne helplessly took a third orange and began peeling it for her, asking. He thought it looked good, so he tried a segment, but found the taste so unbearably sour that he immediately spat it out.

Yet, his wife continued to eat them, one after another, asking for more. This seemed a bit strange.

He remembered she didn't like purely sour things.

The tartness of these oranges outweighed their sweetness. Generally, people who disliked sour tastes wouldn't eat them.

"Not at all. This orange tastes good. It's sour enough, overwhelmingly satisfying, making me want to eat more and more," Julia Bluen said without turning her head, continuing to stir-fry the dishes.

Glades Horne couldn't help but chuckle. Since she enjoyed them so much, he decided to let her have her fill.

So, while Julia Bluen cooked, he peeled oranges. By the time all the dishes were ready, Julia Bluen had actually eaten five oranges.

Glades Horne was amazed, but there was something else that was about to surprise him even more.

As they set the table, Julia Bluen first served him rice, then filled a bowl for herself and started to eat the dishes non-stop. Naturally, all of them had that sweet and sour flavor. However, Glades Horne found each dish to be very sour, which made him a bit hesitant to compliment the food, while his wife ate as if she were famished, just kept eating and eating.

When had her appetite become so astonishingly large?

Just yesterday, there was no sign of this change.

In just one day, she had become like a starving ghost.

Glades Horne could no longer contain his grumbling thoughts.

While Julia Bluen was eating merrily, the doorbell rang, unpleasantly breaking the atmosphere.

"I'll get the door; you keep eating." This time, it was Glades Horne who found an excuse to open the door.

He was actually afraid of the evening's dishes. Even though she had made them, that acidity...

"Hmm," Julia Bluen responded nonchalantly.

Glades Horne gave her a deep look before leaving the dining room, passing through the hall, and heading outside.

As night fell, the weather grew colder, and the wind stronger.

The lawn and street lights that Adele Horne had damaged the night before had all been fixed.

As soon as he stepped outside, Glades Horne's sharp eyes quickly spotted that the visitor was the Old Lady, accompanied by Henry Horne and his twin brother.

Why had they come?

Glades Horne furrowed his brows slightly and hesitated for a moment, but still opened the mansion's grand door.

"Grandma, why are you here?" Glades Horne asked, his handsome face stern, appearing unpredictable. Hadn't the Old Lady come here like three times already?

"Glades, Grandma noticed that you and Sister-in-law hadn't returned home this evening, so she wanted to come over and check up on you. We didn't expect you'd actually be here," Harry Horne explained with a smile. In truth, the Old Lady was worried that the incident last night had left Glades Horne holding a grudge and that he wouldn't take Julia Bluen back to the Horne Family Mansion. With neither of them returning to the Mansion, the Old Lady had insisted on paying a visit, hoping to find a chance to talk with Glades Horne and also wanting Julia Bluen to soothe his anger.

Glades Horne glanced at him, said nothing, and turned around to head back inside.

Harry Horne quickly followed him in, while Henry Horne, who had driven, followed with the Old Lady.

"Glades, who is it?" Julia Bluen asked, concerned, when she saw the coldness on Glades Horne's handsome face. Turning her head, she saw her two younger brothers-in-law escorting the Old Lady inside. She quickly set down her chopsticks and bowl, stood up, and went to greet them with a smile, asking, "Grandma, what brings you here? The weather is getting cold, and it's even colder at night. Be careful not to catch a chill. If Grandma gets cold, Julia will feel terribly sorry and blame herself, you know."

Hearing her caring words mixed with a touch of coquetry, the Old Lady smiled and tapped Julia Bluen's forehead, saying with a laugh, "Can't Grandma come over for a meal as well?"

Julia Bluen laughed, taking the Old Lady from Henry Horne's arm, and said with a smile, "Of course, you can. I just worry that my cooking won't suit Grandma's taste. But if it does, I'd happily cook for Grandma every day."

Hearing this, Glades Horne's handsome face immediately darkened, and he glowered at her. Make no mistake, dear wife, your cooking skills are exclusively your husband's privilege!

Catching her husband's jealous and possessive gaze, Julia Bluen couldn't help but giggle. Not even Grandmother was allowed a taste? This guy was being too stingy!