Waiting For a Girl Like You

"Really? Is it so simple like what you've said?"

Carla regarded his face as her lips curled into a sweet smile. Holding his gaze, she discreetly kicked off her high heels under the table and let her dainty feet provokingly rub against his trousers.

Terence almost groaned when he felt her toes unabashedly move upward in a slow and teasing gesture. He immediately drank the red wine, which he had just poured, in one go. Slightly arching his eyebrows, he locked his gaze at her. And the moment their eyes met, he felt that there was an unrivaled passion between them, so he bolted up and mumbled under his breath, "I think we'd better stop eating now. We will resume later after doing a bit of exercising!"

Without another word, Terence swiftly lifted her from her chair and carried her to their bed.

"Terence, why are you still behaving the same as before? You haven't changed. They said that a man's ability in marital activities naturally fades as they get older, but it does not apply to you!" Carla giggled, rolling her eyes innocently.

"Honey, are you referring to me? I'm just in my forties, a man's golden age. I'm not old at all! Don't you dare mention that again, or you'll be punished! OK?"

"Well... You're not old at all!

I didn't mean to... Honey! I'm so sorry!"

Carla explained at once, and she couldn't stop chuckling. She truly admired her husband for being in great shape despite his age. He religiously worked out every day and was as healthy as when he was younger. Rarely did he ever forget to participate in some sports.

If not for their kids who were almost grown up, no one could tell his age!

Downstairs, the younger people were having fun of their own. While upstairs,

t sounded warm to her ears, she gasped for breath, trying to hold back her tears. Then like a child, she demanded, "Then why didn't you answer my calls? Didn't you know that the 18th birthday of a girl is very important? No matter how busy you are, you should still come to be with me!"

On the other side of the phone, Sean rubbed his eyebrows when he heard her crying. After a while, he seriously explained, "Uncle Sean was too busy today. I didn't remember it until now.

How about this? Tomorrow I will ask someone to send you a birthday gift..."

"I don't want your gift!" Sally cut him off, adamantly shaking her head. Then she went on, "It's your fault for not being here on my birthday. Wait for me at Golden Sun Restaurant, precisely at 8:00 tomorrow evening. You must invite me to dinner, to make up for it!"

Sean momentarily paused and quickly turned her idea down, "Sally, I have something to do tomorrow. Let's do it next time."

Sally fell silent for a moment, and then she cried, just like what she had done when she was a child, not caring about anything else.

"Okay, I'll be there. But I might be a little late,"