"Um... I still have howork to do, so I won’t bother you anymore."
William Wilson didn’t insist on her staying, instead getting up to see her to the door.
Just as Laura Jones was about to leave, he suddenly called her, "Laura?"
"Huh?"
Laura Jones turned back, her eyes inexplicably dodging William Wilson’s deep, dark gaze.
"Do you think I’m old?"
At 27, he really didn’t consider himself old, but compared to this 20-year-old young lady, William Wilson inexplicably felt he might have so older man chasing after a younger woman thoughts.
"How could you be?"
Laura Jones was amused by William Wilson’s sudden question.
"But I’m seven years older than you."
"What’s wrong with being seven years older? Nowadays, girls like mature n at the uncle level, John West is more than ten years older than his wife."
John West is another big shot in the entertainnt industry, and his magical romance with his wife has always been a hot topic among fans and people in the circle.
William Wilson felt comforted by her words, his mood improved quite a bit.
Yeah, John West’s wife doesn’t mind that John West is more than a decade older than her; he’s only seven years older than his little lady, so what’s the big deal.
"Nowadays, girls prefer mature n?"
He asked again, not fully convinced.
"Yeah, there was an online survey on this not long ago, you can search it online."
"Do you like mature n?"
The question William Wilson wanted to ask the most.
Laura Jones didn’t think much this ti and answered honestly:
"Not necessarily, it depends on fate. I don’t have a standard; whoever I fall for is the standard, whether they’re mature n or young guys doesn’t matter."
William Wilson didn’t expect such an answer from Laura Jones, he was montarily stunned, then an uncontrollable joyous laughter erupted in his eyes.
"Alright, go back and do your howork, I won’t take up your ti."
He couldn’t help but reach out and gently rub the top of Laura Jones’s head, speaking softly.
Laura Jones’s body froze slightly, feeling her ears heat up uncontrollably again. She didn’t dare linger, saying goodbye to William Wilson before quickly heading to her own door.
Only after Laura Jones pushed open the door and went inside did William Wilson close his door, savoring Laura Jones’s words, his mood light and filled with laughter.
"Whoever I fall for is the standard..."
"Then I’ll just strive to be your standard."
Back at ho, Laura Jones pressed down on her still rapid heartbeat, frowning in confusion.
"What’s going on today, why does his casual teasing make my heart race?"
She pressed her heart, muttering with pursed lips.
Thinking it over, she still couldn’t understand, ultimately attributing it to—
Her husband is just too charming.
A handso and classy man truly knows how to flirt.
The next day was the weekend, and like most people, Laura Jones liked to sleep in.
By the ti she got enough sleep and got out of bed, it was nearly noon.
She habitually picked up her phone, noticing several Twitter push notifications on the screen.
Among them, the na "William Wilson" caught her eye directly.
Since becoming a fan of William Wilson, Laura Jones had beco very sensitive to these words.
As long as it was related to William Wilson, she’d click in to read it, not wanting to miss even a punctuation mark.
And this ti, this Twitter notification completely shocked her.
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