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Charles quickly interjected, wanting to redirect the conversation away from their age difference. "Yes, but what matters is how deeply we love each other," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Age is just a number, Grandma." Harriet's gaze softened as she looked at Charles, a mix of concern and fondness in her eyes. "I understand, my dear. Love can sometimes defy age barriers. As long as you both are happy, that's what matters." "I mean look at you, you're a fine wine...you don't even look older than him," Harriet said with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood.

"Can you tell me your age?" Grace asked Martin as they got closer and closer to the centre of the woodland. Martin announced with a flourish, "My age is twenty years old, my lady." She turned her chin to the side and cocked her head. "You are so young, and it's hard to think that you are two years older than me!" she exclaimed. As he took her hand in his to aid her in climbing a hill, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Xavier smiled and patted their heads. With a stunned face, Eric stuttered as he said to Xavier, “Wh- why did you pat our heads? We're not little children, you know. Derek and I are 18 years old”. Xavier smirked. He turned around, causing his back to face Derek and Eric as he said to them, “I’m 10 years older than you, twins. So in my eyes, I see both of you as little pumpkins. And I bet Nessa sees you guys too as her little pumpkins”.

“I’ve seen older couples who have more than twelve to twenty years of age gap.” “Yes and they are all well over twenty.” He tried to show me reason, his voice gentle and calm. “Age gives you life experience and once you are over twenty…no one will question our motives. No one will ask if I manipulated your feelings and no one will care who we are to each other. You’re almost eighteen, Paris. You need to be a bit more patient.”

He bowed his head because he felt like his son was disappointed in him. Adam can't help but tap his chin many times and Hannah keeps her fingers move fast in her thigh. The mannerism of the two when they go deeper in details. Until, Gotcha! said Hannah. Maybe the word "AGE" is an acronym which is related to your family! Wait! Andre, Gertrude and Emerson.. that's our first name, Andre whispered. I knew it! he told himself. Age is the right answer. I think it has something to do with your ages and we have to follow the arrangement of your names.

Liza said, clearly impressed. “A thousand years? How old are you?” Edgar asked. “I’m one thousand three hundred and forty five years old, and my mate is one thousand two hundred and sixty six years old,” Hogan replied. “You both don’t look a day over thirty!” Pixie exclaimed. “We can choose to slow our aging at a certain appearance, and I chose twenty eight, while my mate chose thirty,” Liza smiled. “What’s a mate?” I asked.

Chapter 9 Hannah's POV The air in Sarah’s condo was thick with the scent of hairspray and expensive perfume. It was a far cry from the salt-tinged breeze of the island. Sarah was a whirlwind of energy, darting between her vanity and the full-length mirror, her laughter echoing against the glass walls that overlooked the city. ​"Hannah, stop fidgeting! If you keep biting your lip, the lipstick won't stay, and we spent twenty minutes getting that shade of deep rose perfect," Sarah scolded, though her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

I was surprised to hear his words but my heart seemed to want to challenge his words which seemed to belittle me. I drew closer to him with my hands on my hips. "I'm 30 years old and you're 28 years old, what can you satisfy from a senior like me?" I said while bringing my face closer to his, which was only a few centimeters apart. I could even feel his breath because our lips were so close, almost touching, and I kept looking into his eyes. looked at my lips, then,

We take our seats in the chairs on the veranda. - How long have you known my father? If it’s not too personal! - No, it’s fine; I’ve known your father for five years. - Wow, that’s a long time; but how old are you? - I’m twenty-seven, and you? - I’m thirty, mother-in-law. - Mother-in-law! - Yes, isn’t it funny? A mother-in-law who is three years younger than me. Aimé - I perceive a hint of sarcasm behind that phrase. Even if you are older than me, what’s wrong with that? I love him, and he loves me too.

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