Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 430 - 429: Noah Reyes (3)_1

Aside from the mornings, there were also the evenings. She would always hurry upstairs after dinner and hide in the Study Room, busying herself with something unknown. She no longer behaved as affectionately towards him as before and, instead, seemed to be intentionally avoiding him.

What in the world was she doing?

This situation continued for nearly half a month, and Glades Horne couldn’t stand it any longer and finally erupted.

He couldn’t bear her coldness. Although she still fell asleep in his arms each night, her head resting on his arm, he always felt that her heart was no longer with him.

What secret was she hiding inside that bag of hers?

On one such evening, after having finished dinner, Julia Bluen spent some time chatting with the old lady.

Marcel Horne had been discharged from the hospital and was brought back to the Horne Family villa, where Ruby Bluen would come to take care of him during the day. Doctor Ray also moved into the villa to provide medical treatment for Marcel’s injured leg.

Marcel had regained his confidence. Their marriage application had also been approved, meaning they could register their marriage whenever they wanted.

After chatting with the old lady for a while, Julia headed upstairs again.

Glades immediately followed her up the stairs.

When she returned to her room, she opened the wardrobe and rummaged around for a while before she found the mysterious bag. She had taken great care to hide it, fearing Glades might sneak a peek.

After retrieving the bag, she turned to leave, only to find Glades already standing silently behind her. As she turned, she walked straight into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, his eyes eagerly trying to peep into her bag, but she quickly covered its opening.

Glades’s gaze turned stern, and he tightened his hold on her slightly.

She was two months pregnant. Perhaps due to good nutrition or a strong fetus, a slight bulge was already visible on her lower abdomen, even at only two months. However, because it was the cold winter and she wore more layers, outsiders couldn’t yet see the slight rise.

"Julia!" Glades called out sternly, his voice deep. His deep eyes stared into hers, as if trying to pierce into her soul and hypnotize her. "What are you hiding from me? What’s inside that bag of yours?"

"It’s nothing," Julia replied, subconsciously covering the bag’s opening tighter. I’m just a beginner at knitting, she thought. Although I’ve managed a decent attempt, it still isn’t quite right. I’ll use this piece as practice. Once my technique improves, I’ll knit a better one for Glades. Of course, if I really wanted to give him the best quality, I could have easily bought a high-quality machine-knitted sweater.

What I want to give him is a token of my sentiment.

That’s why I’m knitting a sweater behind his back.

This beginner’s piece I’m working on isn’t presentable yet; I don’t want him to see it.

"Julia, you’ve been avoiding me." When she refused to speak, Glades didn’t press further. Instead, his handsome face fell, and he complained like a spurned lover.

"Darling," Julia lifted her oval face within his embrace, a smile breaking through. "I’ve been busy... busy knitting for you..."

"Knitting what?" Glades immediately interjected, pressing her.

Tonight, I have to find out why my wife has been so aloof, he resolved.

Julia was silent.

A moment later, she muttered, "Alright, I’ll let you see it. Consider it an early surprise." Then, she handed Glades the bag containing the half-knitted sweater.

Glades took the bag and reached inside, pulling out a sweater that was only half-finished and a large ball of yarn. The ball of yarn accidentally slipped from his hand, fell to the floor, and rolled away.

Julia hurried to pick up the ball of yarn.

Glades examined the partial sweater, puzzled. "Julia, what is this? Is it for me?" It looks like the hem of a garment, but it seems rather narrow, he thought. My robust physique could hardly fit into this.

"It’s a sweater. A sweater I’m knitting for you with my own hands. I planned to finish it and give it to you as a surprise. We’ve been married for over three months, and I’ve only given you one set of clothes. I feel like I’m not doing enough as your wife. But I’m new to knitting, so my skills aren’t very good. I’ve been knitting for half a month and have only made this little bit, and it doesn’t look very good yet."

She’s knitting a sweater for me with her own hands!

Glades’s mood instantly underwent a 360-degree turn, and he was overjoyed.

My beloved wife is knitting a sweater for me with her own hands!

She could easily buy any clothes, but she chose to make one for me personally.

No matter how it looks, whether it fits or not, as long as she knitted it for me, even if I can only fit one hand into it, I’ll be ecstatic and cherish it carefully. This is my beloved wife’s clumsy, heartfelt affection.

Seeing his elation, Julia said, a little exasperated, "You’re not mocking me, are you?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Glades immediately denied. He pulled her to sit on the bed, holding the half-finished garment against himself and rambling like an old woman, "Hmm, it is a bit small, but I might just manage to squeeze into it. My Julia has such skillful hands; she can actually knit a sweater! A true gem from a noble family, absolutely top-tier. I’m so lucky to have married such an exquisite wife."

"Glades." Julia laughed, a mix of amusement and emotion welling up as she leaned into his embrace. My reciprocation for his love is so pitifully small, she thought, just an unfinished, imperfect sweater, yet it thrills him so much. "In the future, I will try harder. I want to be a virtuous wife and a good mother—presentable in public, adept in the kitchen, able to handle any rivals, and manage our finances."

Glades chuckled contentedly, feeling utterly satisfied. In my heart, she has always been a virtuous wife and a good mother, he thought.

Flame Gate was an extremely mysterious organization, its influence entrenched across the entire Asia-Pacific Region. Whether it was righteous or nefarious, no one could definitively say. If one called it righteous, it still committed arson and murder; if one labeled it nefarious, it also engaged in acts of charity and relief.

The whereabouts of Flame Gate’s headquarters were unknown to anyone. It was only known that the organization was controlled by a prominent family with the surname Black. Because this Black family was so populous, and the family head had numerous wives and children, they followed the ancient tradition of passing leadership to the son born of the preceding Gate Master and his principal wife—the rightful heir.