With a snort of laughter, Xavier Warren wasn't angry; instead, he laughed out loud, "Nora Harrow, don't you know that young guys are all the rage now? An old-fashioned girl who doesn't understand romance—only I would want you. Anyone else would definitely not be able to handle you."
"Don't like it? Then go find someone young and pretty who understands romance," Nora Harrow pushed him again, then softened her tone, "Alright, enough joking around. We need to go grocery shopping, otherwise, we'll be hungry tonight. Want to come with me?"
"Sure!" Xavier Warren smiled, kissed her lips, and then took her hand as they walked out the door together.
The supermarket was very close to where they lived, so they walked there together.
Nora Harrow's sparkling eyes wandered as she thought about everything that had just happened, then she said to Xavier Warren, "Everyone's life is different. You can't just live like someone else because they do. You should live your own life."
