The door to the Smith family living room swung open, and Julius walked in, backlit by the setting sun. He had changed out of his suit; a beige trench coat over a black T-shirt accentuated his tall, imposing figure.
'So handsome!'
At this moment, Maeve felt like she hadn't just married a man a few hours ago, but a deity!
"Hubby, you're here!" Maeve skipped over to Julius and looped her arms around his. "I told you, you didn't have to come get me. Why did you come anyway?"
Julius's gaze fell on Maeve's obviously swollen face. He reached out to touch it, frowning. "Since when did you learn this kind of self-harm makeup? Looks pretty real."
'Can't he tell I was actually beaten? What a blockhead!'
Maeve swatted his hand away in annoyance. "Just learned it."
Seeing Julius's sudden appea
