I pulled Anthony out of the door, no longer caring about what Curtis would suffer because of my words.

Walking on the road, I was about to take out the fake belly, but I found that my hand was being held.

Oh, I remembered that I was the one who held Anthony's hand first.

I let go, but my hand still couldn't move.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony, shaking his hand that was tightly holding mine.

He only seemed to come back to his senses now, blushing and looking at me innocently. "I'm sorry, Opal, your hand is so soft... I forgot to let go. You won't blame me, right?"

How could I? His tone was so sweet.

I looked him up and down and slowly said, "Are you very short of money?"

Anthony lowered his eyes and hesitated. Then he said, "Sort of."

"Well, forget it. I was going to treat you to a meal..." I muttered to myself. Then I encouraged him, "Go to work, or you'll be fined for being late!"

But his hearing was good, and he heard my whisper. He became energetic at once. "You want to treat me to a meal? Let's go! Right now!"

"But... your salary will be deducted."

"No more orders today. Let's go, Opal."

I looked at the bags of takeout behind his electric scooter and fell silent.

In the end, I insisted on accompanying Anthony to deliver all the takeout.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to the poor souls waiting for their takeout.

Anthony, who had bought water at the convenience store, walked toward me and asked me to extend my hand. Then he put a large bottle of jasmine tea in my hand.

It was a bit heavy, and I almost didn't catch it properly.

"How did you know I like to drink this?"

Looking at the bottle of drink in my hand, I couldn't help but marvel at how good Anthony was at choosing. His casual pick happened to be my favorite.

He scratched his head shyly and answered, his ears slightly red, "Because you post it a lot on your Instagram."

He cared a lot about details. Then I might as well let him be part of my post today.

I held up the drink and took selfies with Anthony. We were such a perfect match.

But when he bent down and leaned against my head, his breath next to my ear tickled me a bit.

While we were taking photos, Anthony's magnetic voice suddenly passed through my ears like an electric current. "Opal..."

Shit! Goosebumps covered my whole body, and my legs suddenly went weak. I almost couldn't stand, but luckily, he caught me in time.

I touched my ear awkwardly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Did he really need to be so close to tell me that he was hungry? I bet he did it on purpose.

I gave him a meaningful look, but he looked innocent and righteous.

Well, maybe I was overthinking. After all, he's a young guy. Why would he think as much as an old woman like me?

Young men were perfect. They had plenty of time and energy.

Since we had a meal, Anthony had been sending me messages on WhatsApp every day, either saying "Good morning, Opal" or "Good night, Opal", and sharing his daily life with me.

He made me feel happy, but it didn't stop me from going on blind dates.

After Oliver, my mom looked down on my taste in men. I told her I was just playing around, but she didn't believe me.

Under her forced request, I was forced to go on blind dates. She didn't ask me to get married, but she insisted on me knowing how great her taste was.

I didn't think the man my mom picked out was a gentleman, considering it had been half an hour since the time we agreed upon.

I picked up my phone and complained to my mom, then I was ready to leave.

A familiar figure caught my eye.

Anthony?

"Opal..." Anthony looked at the seat number and then at me in disbelief, calling me with a face full of grievances.

"You're Hector Atkinson? My blind date?"

I was angry. He actually lied to me!

He said he was a 22-year-old college student, doing part-time jobs every day to earn a living for himself!

But the information clearly stated that he was 27 years old, while I was 26 years old. I was smaller than him!

Anthony opened his mouth to say something, but I angrily interrupted him, "You lied to me? Goodbye!"

A Sweet Age-Gap Relationship

I picked up my bag and walked out, and at the same time, I took out my phone to delete him.

Although I came, that was all. I was simply here to fulfill my mom's request.

I was so pissed off!