Wendy Marvell Age Novels & Stories

"Don't say that. I also think you could give us a hand." Wanda said, "What can I do for you?" Joel replied, "If I remember correctly, you and your husband have just celebrated your golden wedding anniversary not long ago." "If you want to ask me how two people get along after marriage, then perhaps, at my age, I am indeed more experienced than you. Ask whatever you want. I'll tell you my thoughts." Wanda was in her 70s, but she was always in high spirits, so she did not look old. Based on her appearance, she seemed like she was closer to sixty years of age!

She looked her over with obvious disdain before shifting her focus to Stanley. "Mr. Hawk, Wendy dropped out of school at 16. I've even heard she sleeps through Professor Lincoln's classes. What exactly makes her deserving of a spot at Clavendale University?" Sienna saw her opportunity and eagerly nodded in agreement. "Exactly!" Stanley's face, always so composed and dignified, betrayed no sign of emotion. He glanced at Wendy before answering, "She will focus on her studies here."

“Do you like any of them? I can buy it for you.” That took Wendy aback. Then, she raised an eyebrow. “As a reward for me standing up for you?” “If you consider this standing up for me, so be it,” I said, feeling a little speechless. Wendy laughed, and it made her look much more alive. Honestly, she was only twenty-eight years old, but her achievements often made people forget about her age. “This one, then.” She pointed at a pair of pearl earrings next to the ruby ring.

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

“Thank you.” Wendy grunts, tearing off a bite of her crust. Her dark wavy hair hangs over her shoulders in two loose bunches, and her sketchpad rests on the counter by her hip. Wendy understands my obsession with ballet, because she’s the same way with drawing—she needs it like she needs air to breathe. “He’s in his late thirties,” I tell her, answering her question from earlier. “So, older than us. But not old old.” “Old enough to be sexy.” Wendy waggles her eyebrows. “Old enough to know what he’s doing.”

However, she didn't know that that entrepreneur was this young, handsome and tall. Wendy was momentarily lost in thoughts as she looked at him in an infatuated manner. Curtis noticed that someone else was in the house. He then looked toward the kitchen entrance. When he saw that it was an unfamiliar woman, he asked expressionlessly, "You're Doris' daughter?" Wendy came back to her senses and hurriedly greeted him, "Yes. Hello, I'm Doris' daughter. My name is Wendy Linwood. I'm 18 this year …"

He acted as if nothing had happened and was back to his old self. Xavier and Wendy were helping to take care of the company’s matter. After the scandal, Wendy figured out that she no longer wanted to stay at home as a housewife or a rich wife. She wanted to make a comeback in her acting career. At her age, there were not many roles for her to choose from. Fortunately, Wendy was not picky with the opportunities. Having gone from being the best actress to playing the mother of some C-listers, she didn’t care about that and received a lot of praise for her acting skills.

It had been following them all along. After a while, an old lady came out of a wooden hut. Joel quickly went up to her. "You're Aunt Wendy. I'm Joel. You saved my life before. Do you remember me?" Wendy was quite old but quick on her feet, and her eyes were bright. She didn't exhibit the typical signs of aging, like blurry vision and hearing loss. She wore an outfit similar to the girl's. Her white hair was held in place with a hairpin. She looked energetic and carefree. "Oh, hi, Joel. 40 years just passed in the blink of an eye, didn't it? You're still the same. I told you, you wouldn't grow any taller."

These people were too good at fooling others, she realized. After the ceremony came to an end, it was time for them to mingle around. Sean disappeared for a while and she was worried. Where did he go to leaving her alone with such old people? She could tell and see that she was the only person who was the youngest in the whole hall. She walked towards the table with some snacks and she picked up some fruits and began to help herself. “I wonder if you are a worm or what!” Wendy said as she approached her. She just couldn’t believe that Wendy would attack her in such a public place like this.

The three of them were smiling, looking every bit like a happy family. “Well, up so early?” Belinda’s smile immediately turned cold when she spotted Wendy. “We’re going out. Remember to change the sheets in the master bedroom.” Vivian pretended to be concerned. “Belinda, let the maids do it. Wendy’s hand is still injured.” Only then did Miles notice Wendy. His brow furrowed. “Where are you going?” “Today's the day our divorce is finalized.” Wendy stared him straight in the eyes. Her voice was eerily calm. “I’m going to the civil affairs office.”