Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller had stayed at the Joneses' residence for quite some time, only leaving after having lunch in the exquisitely decorated, beautifully serene abode.
She pulled out her mask from her pocket and put it on, "Old Mr. Jones was looking at you as if having me as a girlfriend meant you had struck a huge bargain."
Blake cast a sideward glance at the woman sitting next to him, ripples of indulgence in his long, narrow eyes.
He lifted his hand to her head and gently ruffled it, his voice deep and magnetic, "Old Mr. Jones' thinking is correct."
To have such a girlfriend indeed felt like a blessing hard-earned over three lifetimes, wasn't it just like having struck a huge bargain?
Subsequently, Blake's well-defined fingers pushed up the frame of his glasses, "Carol, as your mentor for a day but your husband for life, you must never lead me on and then abandon me."
