The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"What's wrong? Don't you like this design? I can have the designer start over if you don't." Rita shook her head quickly.

"It's not that I don't like it; it's just that this place is too good.

I love every detail of the design, I really do, but..." "But what?" Sherman asked anxiously.

He had put his heart and soul into this, just to make sure Rita would be pleasantly surprised when she moved in.

All this was so she could feel comfortable living there.

"T love it, but this isn't mine." Sherman could see the disappointment in Rita's gaze.

She was clearly pretending to be strong by saying those words, and that baffled Sherman.

"We're husband and wife.

This is our shared home, so why do you say this isn't yours?" "It's yours, Sherman, not mine.

I] know you married me out of obligation, and once the dust settles, I'm willing to divorce you.

a certain way when we're

place will eventually welcome its true owner." Sherman's expression changed, while Rita's smile

holding back her pain

wish to be the owner of the place? "Are

was the Sherman she was

who smiled and held her hand was not the Sherman she

was someone else's

would part ways if she got used to his warmth? She would always

‘He's so good.

an excuse to dominate Sherman's life,' she

liked him, she had to

when he was happy could she

of you to even think about

arms and looked at Rita, his gaze hardened with

bitterly, not even daring to look up

her, but what could she give him? Someone