At 32, I Finally Married a Husband Eight Years Younger

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l, and fair-complexioned

g himself for a single moment. He was either playing on his mobi

ed a smile, trying my best not to

glance at me and then went b

y temples. I had encountered yet a

ily's child was doing quite well in studies and had done very well in the colle

tutor in the agency and could han

far from

The young man suddenly sat up

to break the ice anyway. "I

oyfriend," the young m

a smile. After all, students of

u grow up, I'll

years old, you know," he per

know. I'm eight years older than you,"

ly marry you," he said earnestly

ke the pencil in my hand. "Well, thank

trying to act sophisticated

ted, I didn't know whether to laugh

est papers and placed

irst to see where yo

onfidence and picked up the pen

his grades were really poor, even wors

ted look, I secretly

lass now," I said, getting

asses away. "If you put on y

in for the sake of

et start

was over. Th

rt you home," he insisted an

raid of the dark," I said, step

o home quickly. If you're late

aid with a sunny smile that ma

ad always says that boys ar

wise. Also, to make sure he wouldn't get home too late

ing various jokes he had read o

e was trying, I l

ing out of his way to please an "old la

reams?" My professional e

t hesitation. "And always have money to recharge for gam

t to keep a certain distance from him. "If you

wouldn't have hired a tutor," he said, loo

he shoulder. "It's never too l

ing his fist with determ