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A woman in her sixties was standing there, looking at me with a smile on her face. Who the hell was that?

I shook the water off my hands and hurried over in confusion, just in time to hear the woman growl at him, "The Maple family is shameless!" That did not sound good. Before she slapped Ryan, I managed to stop her. "What are you doing? Why are you hitting my boyfriend?" My words stoked her anger. She shook my hand off with disgust as though it was filthy. Driven by anger, she grabbed my hair and said word by word, "I can do whatever I want as his wife! We got marriage license!" The woman dropped a bombshell on me. My mind went blank. The onlookers started to murmur. Even the saleswoman, who had greeted me with smiles, scrutinized me. I bet she would have flashed me a look of disdain if I weren

There are no more citizens moving about around them. Who is this woman?

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

I sent her with a report to tell the woman he had gone to the office, but she returned, saying she knew and would like to see his wife. "Do you know this woman?" I asked the maid, but she shrugged. I wished Myra was here. She had gone on a little trip to see her mom. Maybe she would have known the woman. I just asked the maid to let her in. At least the house was secure, and no dangerous person would come through it. A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman—very beautiful, with long wavy hair that stopped at her waist and stunning blue eyes—walked into the room. She wore a white jumpsuit and, despite her age range, had a model-like figure.

Aurora even listened attentively, thinking the man was ready to talk. “Having lovers’ quarrels, aren’t you?” They both turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was a woman who appeared to be in her early sixties. She wore thick woolen clothes. The dress was old but still clean, and she was holding a brown staff with dozens of sparkling crystals that caught the evening light. The woman’s face was smooth and tan, but there were some wrinkles beside her eyes, nose, and between her brows, signs that she smiled as much as she frowned.

Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the city, a woman clad in a white robe, rectangular glasses at the bridge of her nose while her hair was kept into a neat bun with the ends of her hair softly curled, draping at her back. Her legs crossed underneath the table while she busied herself with her paperwork. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.

I could be a Luna. An older woman stood in the warehouse, her eyes, mouth, and cheeks creaking with lines. Her back was hunched, and her clothes had holes. I swallowed, unsure what to do. The warehouse was cold, and I could see her shiver. I smiled. “What is it you do here?” I asked in a soft voice. “I package different fruits into bags.” She pointed to the truck pick-up area. “Then I take them to be picked up.” I saw the walk to that area. It was a good distance, and I knew this was hard work for the woman. “Do you need anything that could help you?”

he said, causing my heart to feel a slight tingle. "Oh really, huh?" I chuckled, as a response to his words. "But I'm afraid, I have to go to the bathroom first. Just some women stuffs," I stood up, as I grabbed my purse. Damien nodded in silence with a smile, as his eyes were on me till I left the room. I opened the door to the women's bathroom, and noticed that someone was there too. It was a woman who seemed to be a bit older than me, someone around her 40s. But albeit how old she looks, her beauty was shining, which piqued my interest. The unknown lady was wearing a red dress, with wavy hair that reached till her back. She was currently washing her hands on the sink.

“Just wait and see Mr Sinclair you'll be the one to- A knock fell on the door which made Maya turn to it instantly. How dare they ruin this scene out of a movie for her. “Seriously?” **** A woman in her early fifties occupied a couch in a broad living room. Her hands held a magazine which she was flipping through. She reached for the glass of red wine sitting on the side table next to the couch she occupied. Bringing it to her lips, her hand froze as she spotted a dark haired lady stomping in. “Woah! Woah! Woah! Hold it right there young lady. What's up with the mood so early?”