Andrew Lincoln Age の小説・ストーリー

Ash knew no one ever stood up to Ivan, no Landers could tame him except his grandfather whom he gives respect. Easton Lander was still enjoying some good time with his associates. His friend Lincoln, was the close person with the attitude of a Lander but he wasn't. "The deal is sealed already! Where are the girls?" Lincoln smacked his lips in delight. He always liked them fresh and hot. He would not deal with any lady less more than thirty years old. He was in his mid fifties but he still wanted the vibrant. "Haha! You have no patience my friend. The girls will definitely come to you!"

He answered. "How many years have you been married?" She asked again. "For about seven years." Lincoln responded. Keeping his irritation to himself as everything she was asking was already written in the file before her. "So may I ask the reason behind adopting a child?" She asked. Sophie squeezed her hands on her skirt, preventing herself from bursting out. "Inability to birth a child." Lincoln answered with a forced smile and gritted his teeth. The matron picked her telephone and punched a few numbers then she placed it closed to her ears. "Yes, bring her in." She ordered and dropped the telephone.

After thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "Andy is working. Dani said that he is busy. She said that he is now a senior official. She asked me to behave myself and not let him worry about me." Jade gritted her teeth and thought in her mind. It was Danica again. It was true that Grace remembered whatever she said! "Haha, aunt, you must have remembered wrongly. Who is Dani? You don't know this person... Moreover, Andy is only 14 years old. How can he be a senior official? He is still at school!" "Er?" Grace stopped eating and looked confused. "Really? Is Andy only 14 years old?" Seeing the change in her expression, Jade continued to say, "Yeah! The fourteen-year-old Andy was adopted by

Bridget added. The CEO kicked the table as he stood up and covering his eyes. “Auntie! You didn’t get what I promised that day!” Luke shouts before Mrs. Bridget scratched the back of her head. In contrast, Luke still cannot move on from his decisions. “What would Lincoln say to you—” “Then be it! I don’t care about what he thinks about me. Besides, If I will be back from France,” Luke sighed, “Dylan will be twenty-one.”

Lincoln was shocked that they would refer to him as an old geezer when he was a year younger than Liam. "Look at the wrinkles on your forehead," Billy said disdainfully. "There are so many of them. "Liam might be an old man, and even if you're just a decade older than him, aren't you still an old geezer?" Lincoln was rendered speechless. He couldn't believe they actually thought he was a decade older than Liam. He felt like he needed a breath of fresh air right now, or he might just pass out. "Guys, let's get out. We've arrived."

But even Olivia walked dutifully next to me even though everyone stared. "Let's begin," Andrew said in his deep voice. He looked to be in his late thirties although he was actually eighty-five. He had light brown hair with a bit of gray in it and light blue eyes. He had a prominent chin and his muscles, though obviously apparent, were not exceptionally huge.

He stayed by my side as I opened the door. Lincoln stood there. I almost didn't recognize him, though. He was a lot more haggard than the man I remembered. He had dark eye circles and looked like he hadn't slept in days. His jaw was covered in stubble, and he looked like he'd aged a decade. Part of his white shirt was tucked into his pants while the other part hung loosely outside. This was a stark contrast to the elite businessman he used to be. He was evidently stunned to see Chandler and me standing together. He froze like he'd been struck by lightning.

Andrew runs his fingers through his hair, “Yes, she has always been this way. Knowing to bring soup before I even came down ill. Knowing I needed to be picked up from school before I even called. I cannot believe how much I missed it all of these years.” “I cannot believe you have been making her clean the packhouse.” I laugh. “Now your turn,” he pokes me. “Why do you straighten your hair?” “Because my father said it reminded him of my mother.” I bite my lip hard to keep the tears from falling from my eyes. “Your turn again,” I say boldly. Andrew’s eyes flash with a hint of amusement. “Okay, we can play this game.” “How old are you?” Laughing loudly, Andrew replies, “I guess that would be im

"Age. You can say it. Mom wouldn't tell me your age... How old are you? 29? or 30, maybe? I know Lila said she was in her early 20s at dinner..." "27." I snorted when she did. "See, that is what I am talking about, Linc. Why? I'm 48. 40 freaking 8 years old. You're closer to my kid's age than mine! It's not fair to anyone, not Lila, or you, our kids. This shit will mess everyone up, not just us. I'd give anything to end it, but it won't go away."

Gabriella was holding a baby that I assumed was Bridget. "She was 4-months-old back then." I automatically stood up straight as I heard someone's voice behind me. I turned around and saw Mr. Lincoln smiling at me. He was wearing his gray suit and gray pants paired with black shoes. It was so formal that you won't dare to step on him because he might throw you in jail for staining his attire. "Ahm, sorry, I didn't touch it." I immediately apologized and bowed my head. "Good morning, by the way, sir."