"My dear wife, you'd better be honest."
"Well... how could I remember?"
"So many that you can't remember them all?" Hunter Warren's face leaned in closer: "Are you trying to show off your charm?"
Faye Townsend sighed, "Oh dear uncle, I didn't know you had such an imagination. Should I give you some kind of medal?"
"Uncle? Am I that old? Were all those chasing after you young lads?"
Faye pursed her lips several times, barely able to hold back her laughter.
Who would've thought that even the mighty second master could be so amusing when jealous.
Faye wrapped her arms around his waist, "How could you be old? Not old at all.
You've already proven that to me quite well."
Hunter flashed a seductive smile, touched her nose, "Cut the sweet talk and quit changing the subject.
Be honest, how many have pursued you, and was there anyone who made your heart flutter?"
Faye let out a sound, "About... as many as to line up from the doorstep to the gate of the neighborhood.
