The woman leaned in close.
Oliver Charles smelled her scent and, for some reason, felt his heart run wild.
Perhaps it really was a late blooming!
He blurted out, "Don't worry, I don't like women."
Jade Fox paused, looking at him with some shock.
"What did you say?"
"No, I mean, I'm quite old now, I don't have the energy to deal with all those messy women out there."
Oliver Charles hurriedly explained.
Jade Fox glanced skeptically at a certain part of his body.
"Oliver Charles, we're somewhat acquainted, so if you have any hidden illness, don't hide it from me. I've said before that I prefer a spiritual connection. If you really can't do it, then let's have a Platonic marriage."
Oliver Charles couldn't help but chuckle and cry at the same time.
Wasn't it just a slip of the tongue?
Looking into her eyes, no longer clear but still bright, he tightened his grip on her hand.