“What is happening here?” A furious voice startled them both. He stopped moving and looked in the direction of the intruder.
Julie was coming back to her senses, her eyes focusing. When she saw who was talking, she struggled in August’s grip.
“Mr. Anderson! I am so sorry!” She started to say, but the old man, around his 60, was looking furious at them.
“This is a respectable building, girl! If you were my daughter…” The man started to say, but was interrupted by August. He didn’t like the tone that old man used with Julie. Nobody spoke with her like that!
“She said she is sorry. We are just a young couple that couldn’t hold back. She is my bride. And we will make sure it won’t happen again, Mr. Anderson.” He made sure to emphasize the man’s name.
Mr. Anderson was dissatisfied, but he
