The Woman From Hell

"What are you thinking about?"

"Answer me!" Theo was angry.

"Of course not." I sighed. "You're the only one I've ever been in love with this entire lifetime."

"That's more like it."

"For some reason, humans stop being passionate when they're older, so it's basically impossible to do such rash but romantic things."

Theo stopped in his tracks and turned my body around to face him. He asked in an unkind tone, "Are you saying that I'm old?"

I strongly suspected that he had reached menopause.

"Stop misinterpreting me all the time." I covered my forehead helplessly. "I'm just trying to say that we should learn from young people. We should be trendy and passionate. Only then will life be meaningful. We can't be dull all the time.'

"What sort of passion are

was momentarily speechless. It was my fault. I should not be talking about

a smile, I perfunctorily said, "I don't know how to explain it to you. It's getting late. Tyler should have arrived a long time ago. Let's go now or he'll start throwing a tantrum from

that was holding

should

of the elevator holding a lunch box with a flushed face, it was

crush on someone, he might not have

this was someone else's matter, I did not spend too much time

had arrived at the restaurant a long time ago. Maybe because we were late, he ordered

and there was a bottle of wine that was nearly empty, I felt a little speechless. "You're getting more and

aware of your image now, aren't you, Mr. Tyler Schuman?" "Thank you." Tyler pretended to not hear the irony in my tone and chuckled pleasantly before beckoning

first, then I'll lose my appetite when the two of you act lovey-dovey in front

at him and leaned in my chair, asking blandly, "How's