I Prefer a Slow-Paced Romance
At present, Carol gave off the refreshing air of a girl.
Nancy wanted to laugh. She spent four years turning herself into a mature woman, only to come back and realize that Titus had changed his tastes. He liked women who looked young now.
It seemed like the romance novel authors were right. When a man truly fell in love with a woman, he did not care about her looks.
Noticing that someone was staring at her, Carol looked toward the entrance.
“Nancy?”
Titus looked over to the entrance as well. When he saw that it was really Nancy, a light crease appeared between his eyebrows.