Mrs. Lu realized the gap between her and Tabby Teller, and quickly dismissed the idea of a twilight romance.
At her age, it was better not to make a fool of herself.
Returning to the manor from the night market, the night had grown deep.
Lying in bed, Mrs. Lu tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so she got up to drink some water.
The kitchen lights were off, and as she groped her way in, she suddenly bumped into a warm chest.
Startled, she stepped back repeatedly, not noticing the step behind her; her foot slipped, and she tumbled backward.
"Ouch..." Mrs. Lu braced for an intimate encounter with the floor, but a hand appeared at her waist just in time and encircled her.
The hand gently pulled her back into the warm embrace.
Even without turning on the lights or looking up, she knew from the scent that it was President Mr. Teller holding her.
Mr. President had a faint scent of mint on him, very refreshing.
