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“I’ve always loved her. I’m willing to give up anything for her. And last night I just found out we had a son. She’s been keeping it away from me. All those years she spent hiding.” “She must have really hated you.” While the old man drink from his cup, in the corner of his eyes, he sought the sincerity on Charles’ face. He felt bad for this young man but again, women were hard to understand. “Women are mysterious, my boy! They are unpredictable and they created most difficulties yet it makes a relationship stronger and better,” the old man stated. “Women’s weaknesses are their soft tender hearts. No matter how much they pretend to have a stone-cold heart, it softens still.”

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"

He was not focusing on anything other than the lady. While we watched, another woman, an older version of the wailing woman emerged from inside the imaginary bedroom that she had talked about. I was surprised to see the woman. She ran straight to the wailing woman and helped her up, she touched the young woman and she was suddenly calm... she was now panting as she looked around the room. "What is wrong with you dear?" The old lady asked. She was not looking at us... she did not seem to notice us at all. Kai and I watched them curiously. The younger lady soon turned to us.

"Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as I have the scent of flowers. Haha. Are you thinking that a fifty-year-old woman like me is a little unreasonable? But I just like flowers!" "No, no, no, nothing like that, Gloria." James was suddenly overjoyed. He suddenly understood that he managed to maintain his composure and put on airs, but the old woman could no longer keep calm anymore. As expected, it's actually easier for older women to

“If I were you miss, stop wasting your time here. You should value your time more than money, right? “the guy replied to her. “I know. But… take that envelope back because I didn’t steal anything from her. Granny may have just lost her wallet on the road. “ “Old woman, get this money and be gone, “I spoke and she obeyed. Abruptly, she took the envelope from me and disappeared without a word. Money gives people thicker skin. “Give it back, “the younger woman protested but the older woman ran off with the vigor of a youth. I was left staring at the man. His clothing tells me he isn’t ordinary. And his scent affirmed he was serving significant person just like I do. He approached and tapped my

It’s been few months, but we did not go on a honeymoon yet, so maybe we fall under that category. She cooed, nudging her mate next to her. “I told you!” He merely rolled his eyes and went back to reading his newspaper. Instead of following her husband, the older woman started a conversation with me. “You both suit each other.” I glanced at Rose, her warm breathing fanning the crook of my neck, her nimble fingers gripping the shirt sleeves for support. A smile twitched my lips. “I think so too.” The woman beamed at me. “How did you two meet?”

The old man was wearing a white boxing uniform, and despite his old age, his skin was rosy and his footfalls steady, an indicator of his vitality and great spirit! The woman next to him looked to be in her early twenties and was extremely beautiful. She was wearing a pink track suit which made her look even younger and fresh-faced than she was already. Her arm was laced around the old man's, and it was clear from this interaction that they were extremely close. As they entered, she eyed the people in the room curiously.

"Not bad. The longer you're married, the harder it becomes, I think. There's a certain amount of comfort in the known and predictable. I know everything about him - how he reads the newspaper, how he likes his food prepared, the way he leaves his socks stuffed in his shoes at night, how loud he snores. And he's been a good husband except for this one issue the last five years. Plus, I've reached an age where I wonder if anyone would want an old lady..." "You're not that old," I interrupted. "You're still attractive and intelligent. I'm sure someone would be happy to have you." "We'll know how eager someone is to fuck an older woman when you sell me on the slave block, won't we. If I'm fortun

The old man looked at the little woman and said seriously, "Honey, you have to be old." "..." What kind of logic was this?! Cecelia rolled her eyes again. "Isn't it even older to find an old man?" "So?" The little girl meant that she didn't like older people. Cecelia curled his lips. "That's why it's so hard to find a wife for a young man about my age. They've all been taken away by you."

Women were soft-hearted and a few gentle words would solve any problem? Would that take Cherry down? He figured Aunt Linda's tactic would work on other women but not his wife. Therefore, he still needed to carry on with his desperate measures. He grabbed the bottle, intending to continue drinking. “Madam's younger than you to begin with. Maybe you should…” Aunt Linda was about to say the man should give in to his younger wife. However, the man's face fell gradually upon hearing her words. Was he old? He was probably four to five years older than his wife. Was he too old for her?