The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Sir, Ma'am, Mister Sherman, dinner is ready."

Polly brought out the last dish from the kitchen. The aroma wafted through the air from afar.

"It smells so good. Nothing beats the food you cook, Polly," said Sherman as he helped his grandmother to the dining table. That night, it would only be the three of them-Sherman and his grandparents- dining.

"Come back more often, then. I'll cook delicious meals for you every day," said Polly as she served soup to their bowls.

"Yes. If you want to eat Polly's food, come back more often. She loses motivation to cook when you're not home," added Chelsea.

Polly smiled. "Your grandparents have smaller appetites now, and more so your mother. Only your father eats more. You, Mister Sherman, tend to eat the most."

"The more you eat, the more accomplished Polly feels," Roger chimed in.

soup today is really flavorful! Sherman, remind me to have Polly prepare a container for you

can cook another batch if Mister Sherman wants to drink it. This soup won't taste as good tomorrow

to trouble yourself. I'll come back home myself if

the matter behind him. He decided to find a woman to fake a marriage with, at least to reassure his family. Both his grandparents were

to know this woman well, but she must come from a background that would be acceptable to his parents. Most importantly,

to meet, but he could

said, online rumors were abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the photos of him and Claire holding hands, no one dared to openly

like a thorn in his heart. He did not know what to ask Claire when he would face her again. 'Is it necessary to inquire whether she was involved in this

did not want to believe it. He did not want to

she invited me to the movie that day. She wanted to pave the way

words she spoke during their time together were