At noon, Ashton called, “Have you taken your lunch?”

It seemed he had placed a lot of attention on the mundane details of my life now. It was quite unusual of him to behave like this.

I lay on the couch and nodded, “Yeah. I’m a little bored because I’m alone at home.”

He chuckled, “Do you want to come and pick me up from work then?”

I froze for a moment and instantly took up his offer, “Okay!”

I could imagine the smile on his face upon knowing how spirited I was.

After a short pause, he said in a serious voice, “Are you not going to ask me if I’ve taken my lunch?”

I was a little tongue-tied at first. “So… have you eaten?”

“Yes. Grilled eggplant. I’ll make this for you tonight.”

Grandma once said, teenagers are often abashed when they’re in love, while those in their mid-twenties would be more romantic and crazier in love. As for people aged thirty and above, love is basically dead.

But I beg to differ. Love after the age of thirty might not be intense or passionate but will subtly reside in our hearts.

The older we get, the more we appreciate such subtlety. And the love we have for our partners would evolve to become an integral part of our lives.

enjoy each other’s companionship, and, God willing, we get to spend

ended the call after having a chat with Ashton. Since I had nothing to do at the Fuller Corporation, I thought I might take my own sweet time going to his office later

around the villa and taking a nap in the

glance at the watch and realized it was already 8 p.m. I immediately bounced out of bed, checked my phone,

I saw

his own. Something urgent cropped up, so

I could not help but slap my forehead with my palm. What is wrong

to the couch and gave

man asked in a

a glance at the dishes on the table, and

You want to come?” I could feel the vibration from the phone. It must be him sending me

thought about it and answered, “Wait

might

into new clothes, I drove straight to

from the villa, but it took me twice as long to reach the destination during

had been there several times, the hotel manager knew who I was. He then brought me to Ashton’s

two men in the suite. One was Ashton,

long time. He now had an overgrown beard and

sat still on the couch and listened to Joe

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