"Mr. Jackson, I'll go up with you."

Christopher's eyes softened. He held Sydney's hand in his and kissed the back of it.

Sydney followed Christopher to his house.

He lived alone in a bungalow that wasn't as big or opulent as she thought it was. After leading her to his room, Christopher poured out two glasses of red wine and handed one of them to her.

Sydney took the glass and sipped on the wine as she looked around her. "Is there no one here taking care of things around here?"

"I have help coming in regularly to clean the house and cook, but she doesn't live here. I like a quiet space of my own," Christopher replied.

"I see," Sydney said with a smile before taking another sip of wine.

The room was dim; they gazed at each other as they put their wine glasses down and drew near to each other. Christopher pulled her into his arms and lowered his head in a bid to kiss her.

Just then, Sydney covered his mouth with her hands. "Wait, I want to ask you a question."

"What is it? Have you changed your mind?"

"No, I wanted to ask if you are genuinely interested in me?"

"Do you think it is mere interest that

that question in all seriousness. It didn't look like he

like me?" Sydney

of their age. It was purely practical between middle-aged men and women. All those dignified relationships in upper-class circles were merely a facade for the raw desire hidden in

hand and caressed the corner of her lips. "I hope you'll be happy whenever you're with me. I

eyes welled up with

Christopher

elet

man of his status and

retain a pure,

especially at

pure, good man couldn't possibly attain this level of success in

he possibly be

all

Christopher liked her and treated her like this. Most other men would treat women as objects and

as tears welled up in her eyes. Christopher

"What's

matter? If you're

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