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They turned to each other, glaring with the kind of stubborn pride only the old alpha of a pack could carry. “Me first,” the elderly woman snapped, slapping the man’s hand away. “I’m older,” the man grumbled, crossing his arms, swaying slightly, and then coughing as if he were a tree bending in the wind. I fought a snicker, but I caught the sharp edge in the woman’s gaze as she cursed him silently. The scent of her irritation was faint, but my wolf caught it immediately. The middle aged woman was watching quietly, her lips twitching as if she wanted to laugh, but she held herself back. My wolf found what they were doing… amusing.

“Okay, but if she wanted to date, there are a lot of gentlemen her age who would love to meet her. She doesn't need to be getting involved with a kid who's barely out of diapers,” he said, sounding exasperated. “Why is it so easy to accept when an older man gets involved with a younger woman than when it’s the other way around?” I asked rhetorically with a critical tone. “Oh, for God’s sake, Laura. This is huge nonsense,” he continued.

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment." In fact, Ryan and I had worked hard to save up for the apartment. If I were to be precise, I put more money into that apartment than he did. I stubbornly asked him, "What is she talking about? Are you married?" Ryan wore a deep scowl. My continuous questioning seemed to have added to the woman's anger. Once again, she tried to grab my hair with all her might. A stinging pain shot through my scalp as I felt my hair being ripped out.

Grace was not surprised to see the old woman but her actions made her weak. The woman stood there resting on the car door. She was smiling like she was there to claim a lottery she had won. Grace was out of words. The door of the other side opened and an old man alighted. He was also smiling. "This isn't funny, right? My boyfriend was kidnapped and you have to help me. Help me get him back!" she uttered angrily. The old woman faced the old man. The man would be her husband, Grace supposed. The old woman shook her head.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m more shameless than my brother, if you really want to know,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders and leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And I love older women. Younger girls… they don’t have the experience. They don’t know what to do.” He clicked his tongue. “The older ones know exactly what they want.” I pushed him back with a laugh, though I gave him a look. “And I love men older than me,” I said smoothly, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. “The younger ones have no experience.”

In the end, despite her reluctance, Jenny managed to finish two skewers of meat. The corners of Old Man Kay's eyes seemed darker, as if he hadn't slept well for a whole night. At first glance, Old Man Kay looked much younger, although he still had many wrinkles, one could see his handsome appearance when he was younger. Jenny felt that Old Man Kay's age might not be as old as she had guessed, which is why he appeared much younger in such a short period of time. She silently looked at the gentle old lady Vivian, speculating that it might be because of Old Man Kay that Vivian transformed herself into an old woman. And she didn't force Old Man Kay to eat the roasted meat...