Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 570 Jealousy is a Joke (5)_1

What a coward! It must be that Flynn Walker’s mother didn’t give him any courage at birth, which is why he’s such a scaredy-cat. Whoever marries such a timid man is jinxed. My beloved wife’s praise for Flynn Walker was a bit too high; hmm, a definite exaggeration. ’Elegant and cultured,’ huh? His speech is so hesitant, as if he hasn’t eaten enough, completely lacking energy. Is that what’s called ’elegant and cultured’? ’A true gentleman’? That’s not a gentleman; that’s being as timid as a mouse.

In Julia’s description, Flynn Walker had seemed quite impressive, but in Glades Horne’s eyes, he was utterly worthless.

Actually, Flynn Walker was genuinely quite decent.

Suddenly, Glades Horne stood up.

He stepped in front of Flynn Walker. Glades stood nearly one hundred ninety centimeters tall, while Flynn Walker was not quite one hundred eighty. With the two men next to each other, Glades’s dominance was immediately apparent.

"Master Horne." Flynn Walker desperately wanted to wipe the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his forehead. When Glades stood before him, however, he ultimately didn’t, looking at Glades with a mixture of puzzled and fearful eyes. Glades’s eyes were as wide as copper bells, his gaze so gloomy, cold, sharp, and penetrating that Flynn Walker found it completely overwhelming.

Without warning, Glades raised his hand.

Flynn Walker immediately tensed up, not knowing what he was about to do.

Glades gave a not-too-light, not-too-heavy pat on Flynn Walker’s shoulder. Then his lips, which had been pursed into a line, finally parted slightly, and he spat out four words that sent chills down Flynn Walker’s spine: "Delicate as a reed."

Julia watched him with a mix of amusement and sympathy. Poor man! she thought, realizing it was her own casual remark that had plunged him into this Hell.

The old lady and the others all gave Flynn Walker a sympathetic look; even Adele Horne felt pity for him. She wanted to stand up and take him away, to save him from this sea of suffering, but catching a glimpse of her older brother’s tense, handsome face, Adele chose only to give Flynn Walker another look of sympathy.

Glades Horne didn’t care what others were thinking, nor did he care that his expression was becoming too much for Flynn Walker to bear. Seeing that Flynn Walker was still holding the bunch of roses, he snatched them from his hands, looked them over carelessly, and started picking at him, "These flowers aren’t vibrant—they’re the cheap kind, aren’t they? Mr. Walker, how much did this bouquet cost you? Not even a hundred yuan, right? When wooing a girl, especially my sister Adele, how can you be so stingy? You should have had the Flower Shop deliver a cargo truck full of roses for my sister. That would show a bit more sincerity."

Flynn Walker was stunned. A cargo truck full of roses?

Everyone immediately pictured the scene. Indeed, it would be quite shocking and would certainly make one’s sincerity more apparent—though the cost would be immense.

"Thank you for the lesson, Master Horne. I will buy a cargo truck full of roses tomorrow and send them to Miss Horne," Flynn Walker said, recovering his composure.

Upon hearing this, Glades Horne’s face darkened, hostility surged, and his tone became heavier. "You dare to come back!"

"I..." Flynn Walker became flustered again.

Julia quietly, very quietly, walked up to Adele Horne’s side, gave her a nudge, and whispered, "Adele, Mr. Walker is in a pitiful state. Hurry up and pull him out of here, or who knows when your brother will stop picking on him."

Adele Horne looked at Flynn Walker sympathetically, then glanced at Glades Horne, who was scowling fiercely at Flynn. She then said, a little fearfully, "Sis-in-law, Big Brother is on a roll right now; I don’t dare. You go. He dotes on you the most; he definitely won’t scold you or glower at you."

Julia broke into a nervous sweat. Me? Go? she thought. She rolled her eyes at Adele. It was because of her own single remark that Flynn Walker was now stuck in Hell. If she dared to step forward and pull Flynn Walker out, she was sure Flynn would end up in even worse shape.

"You don’t want him to die at your brother’s hand, yet you’re asking me to go?" Julia said with a wry smile, her voice hushed.

Only then did Adele realize that Flynn Walker was enduring her brother’s inhuman glare because of Julia’s comment. If Julia truly stepped forward to rescue Flynn, he probably wouldn’t even know how he died.

Alright, I haven’t done many good deeds in my life, Adele thought. So, I’ll do a great one today—saving a life is better than building a Seven-level Pagoda! She steeled her resolve.

With a look of someone resigned to their fate, Adele Horne stood up, walked to Flynn Walker, took hold of his sleeve, and said to Glades Horne, "Bro, he’s here to see me. Let me talk to him." Then, without daring to see Glades’s reaction, she quickly tugged on Flynn’s sleeve and slipped out.

The old lady reluctantly withdrew her gaze; the show had ended. The characters were good, the plot was good, but sadly, it wasn’t quite satisfying enough! she mused.

James Horne also found the play immensely enjoyable. The way Big Brother looks when he’s jealous is quite terrifying, yet also endearingly cute, he thought. Poor Flynn Walker! Didn’t he check the almanac before leaving the house today?

But James Horne wasn’t like the old lady, who dared to stay in the hall any longer. After dropping a line about going back to the office, he followed Adele Horne and slipped out of the hall.

Seeing that Adele had successfully rescued the unlucky fellow, Julia finally breathed a sigh of relief, though she still felt a pang of apology for Flynn Walker. Overbearing men truly can’t be provoked! she concluded.

"Auntie Mi, let’s go for a walk," the old lady said, rising to her feet and turning to smile at Auntie Mi. Auntie Mi nodded and began assisting the old lady out.

"Grandma, let me accompany you," Julia stepped forward to assist the old lady, but the old lady stopped her.

The old lady glanced at Glades Horne, her eyes still twinkling with mirth and a hint of inscrutability. Then she said to Julia, "Julia, Glades has just returned from a business trip, and you two have been apart for a little while. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so you two should really enjoy your newlywed bliss. Grandma has been around the block; I’m an understanding person. I won’t occupy your time or be a third wheel."

"Grandma." Julia’s face flushed, and she cooed softly.

Sometimes the old lady is like a sly old fox, always giving off the feeling that nothing can be hidden from her, Julia thought.

The old lady chuckled, patted her hand, and intentionally winked at her, saying, "There’s something that’s run out. Remember to buy it for me later, you two, okay?" She was referring to the kumquat cakes.