Chapter 25 My Girlfriend Is My Wife
Queenie followed Kola to shoot the latest commercial. She found the script terrible. At least to her, it was disgusting. In contrast, Kola was hyped and thought it was his best script of the year.
What did he write about? Two schoolgirls fought with each other for a boy. In the end, the boy went to play basketball with another boy.
Queenie questioned Kola directly, "Why do all your scripts end with the boys hanging out together?"
"You're outdated! Queer stuff brings us more traffic nowadays, alright?" Kola showed such a look as if she was an ignoramus.
"Queer stuff? I've never heard of it..." Queenie said.
"Okay, you're hopeless." Kole glanced at her and said, "Queer stuff is a kind of pop culture in some countries."
Queenie was such a layman. Kole clicked his tongue, took out his phone, and said, "I have something in storage here for your reference."
Queenie eagerly waited to receive the file as large as several gigabytes. Cola blinked and said, "I've uploaded it to the cloud, and the password is 7746. Download it before it gets banned."
"The cloud?" Queenie didn't know what it meant, but Kola got busy with his work. It was improper for her to disturb him. She had to fight back her curiosity and decided to turn to Albert for help after class.
Albert looked down upon her and asked, "You don't know how to use a cloud drive? Are you from the countryside?" Queenie clicked her tongue and said, "No, I'm from the mountains."
Albert opened the link, input the password, and tapped the download button. Queenie watched from the side and asked, "Isn't it similar to a mailbox?"
"Pretty much, but this supports synchronous upload. Does email?" Albert replied. "Oh, technology is advanced nowadays," Queenie couldn't help but marvel again.
The file was large, and the download would take some time. Kola called upon Queenie to work, and she hurried over. Albert stayed in the corridor to help her download the file. When it was done, he accidentally opened it...
The sound of the video immediately attracted the boys nearby. "Geeze..." "That's arousing..."
"Wow..." "Albert, that's awesome!" "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby..."
"No! I don't! It's not mine!" Albert wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He clasped the phone, quickly put it away, rushed to Queenie, and threw the phone at her. "Queenie, you're such a pervert!"
Queenie blinked, unsure why Albert got mad. Adolescents were indeed jumpy.
Queenie picked up the phone from the ground, unlocked the screen, and opened the video...
Her eyes widened in shock. 'Young people nowadays are into this kind of relationship? This... is crazy...'
"Why are you watching this on the road?" Nathanael, who came to inspect work, happened to see Queenie watching the video on the campus road.
Queenie was dazed by the culture shock. "Kola wants me to study it."
"Kola, don't give her such indecent content to watch!" Nathanael said. "Sorry, boss." Kola hastily shrank back to work. "The world has changed dramatically," Queenie said dully. "I can't keep up." Nathanael snatched her phone, deleted all the videos, and said, "These are subcultures not worth your attention."
"Why did you delete them?" Queenie tried to get her phone back and said, "They're popular according to Kola, and I should study them!"
"No, real publicity doesn't follow the trends." After deleting the videos, Nathanael gave the phone back and said, "What you should do is guide others with your thoughts."
"Queenie, think independently and do not believe what others say easily." Nathanael couldn't help tapping her head with a folder and then turned to leave.
Queenie scoffed, "You're the smartest and most capable, okay?"
With Nathanael's supervision, the work went smoothly and ended early at 3 p.m. They said goodbye to each other and dispersed.
Queenie checked the time. It was too early for her to go home, so she decided to pick Timothy up from work. She could check out the working environment as well. Ever since she came back, she had been curious about it. Usually, Timothy came to pick her up. Today, she finally had a chance.
Queenie hailed a taxi and went over without telling Timothy. His lab was inside the Medical School of Buena City, and many of the new drug projects were undertaken with Quark University. He also worked as a graduate professor in the medical biology department of Quark University and hosted four optional classes each month. It was said that his classes were very popular, and the classroom was often filled.
Queenie knew Quark University well because it was Timothy's alma. Queenie's alma was not far away.
The two schools were less than three stops away from each other. Back then, Queenie came to see Timothy almost every week. While recalling her schooldays, Queenie walked through the shade at the gate of the school, went past the teaching building, and arrived at the laboratory building on the far end.
In the lab, Timothy and his students were discussing something in a circle. In the center, Timothy spoke with fervor, and the students listened carefully. They were immersed in the research atmosphere. Queenie peeked from the door until someone patted her on the shoulder.
"Hey, anyone you're looking for?" "Oh, well, my boyfriend," Queenie blurted out. That student walked past her and entered the lab.
The discussion inside seemed to have ended. Everyone relaxed, chatting and laughing. The student, who just went in, pointed to Queenie and said, "Someone's girlfriend is here. She is waiting outside!"
The boys in the lab turned around and looked over. At the door stood a petite woman in a yellow coat. She was looking at them with a sweet smile. Her appearance was something the boys favored.
"Not my girlfriend."
"Not mine."
The boys exchanged looks with admiration and regret. They admired the guy for having such a pretty girlfriend.
Timothy unhurriedly took off the gloves and the white gown. He went outside and said, "She's mine."
"Huh?" The students were surprised before cheering, "Professor Carter has a girlfriend."
"The girls at school are about to cry!" "Ha-ha!"
"To be precise, she is my wife." Timothy corrected them with a smile and said in a teasing manner, "This is it for today. You guys verify the experimental data once again, see you."
"Bye, Professor Carter." "Bye, Mrs. Carter."
The students smiled and waved goodbye to the two. Timothy left with Queenie. The students followed him outside and saw them walking on the campus hand in hand. "Aren't they an affectionate couple?" "That girl is young. Is she a student of our school?"
"Hey, stop gossiping. Professor Carter remains single for over 40 years. Can't he have a date?"
"Yeah, he is not really working at our school. Even if he is dating a student, so what?"
"Okay, we didn't say anything. You girls are unreasonable." "You gossiped about our idol!" "Fair enough, we're wrong. Professor Carter is our idol too!"
Queenie and Timothy walked on the campus till Queenie suddenly leaned over, held onto his arm, and followed his steps. Timothy turned to look at her and continued his way forward with a smile.
"I remembered something today," Queenie said, leaning against the man. "There's something I want to ask you!" "Oh?"
"You promised to introduce a doctor to me. You haven't fulfilled it yet," Queenie said.
"I did," Timothy said, arching his brow. "I've introduced you to the best boy in our school."
"Who is it?" "Me!" Timothy laughed.
"Fair enough, ha-ha!" Queenie laughed too.
"Well, this is not right. I courted you back then," Queenie said and asked, "If I hadn't, would you court me?"
Timothy frowned and said, "Actually, something has been confusing me." "What is it?" "Why do you think you courted me?" "Didn't I?"
Timothy chuckled and asked, "Before we dated, who paid the bills when we dined together every week?" "You!"
"Who tutored you before every exam?" "You!"
"Who carried the luggage, bought the tickets, and occupied the seats for you when we returned to school after every vacation?"
"You!" "Who often brought you food and daily supplies and hung out with you?" "A lot of people did."
Timothy glared at her. "Any other boy besides me?" "No." Queenie shook her head, "Boys and girls!"
"Never mind." Timothy glanced at her, "You're such an ingrate who only remembers what you've done and forgets my part."
"It's not like that. What you did is common among fellow townsmen. You know, mutual help, exchange, and the like."
"What did you help me with? Wasn't I always the helper? Besides, given your grade, what could you exchange with me?" Timothy didn't want to continue the conversation with this silly woman any longer. His efforts all those years turned out to be nothing in her mind. Didn't she confess her love to him because she was touched by his kindness?
"So, what did you like about me?" Timothy couldn't help but ask. Queenie laughed awkwardly and replied, "Everything."
She certainly would not tell him what she liked was his pretty face and well-built body! "Really?" Timothy asked.
"Yeah, you're no spring chicken. What's the point of pursuing things in the past?" Queenie smiled and tugged at him, "How about I cook brisket with tomatoes for you tonight?"
"Sounds good. There's beef at home. As for tomatoes, we'll buy some from the grocery store," Timothy responded to the changed subject.
"We're out of fruit, too. We'll buy some apples, oranges, and stuff." "Okay," Timothy replied.
Supporting each other like an old couple, they walked down the path and discussed dinner. All the pains seemed to be far away from them. Their lives were filled with peace and happiness.
At night, Queenie received a call from the police. She was asked if she knew a man named Noah Foster. In detention, he requested to see her.
Queenie had no idea how Noah ended up in the detention center. Nevertheless, she hurried over with Timothy. According to the police, he fought with someone in the middle of the night. The other party, who was sent to the hospital, sued Noah. The court would try the case in a couple of days. Without a good lawyer, Noah would be in an unfavorable situation.
There was no one else Noah could turn to in this city. At the end of his rope, he pleaded with the police to call Queenie, hoping that she would lend him a hand for the sake of their similar experience.
"As for the attorney fee, I'll make money and pay you back after I get out," Noah pleaded in the parlor of the detention house.
"I haven't seen you for about a month. Turns out you were arrested. Why didn't you call me earlier?" Queenie said.
"I didn't expect it to be so serious. In the middle of the night, that bastard dragged a girl, who had just left school, into a lane. I went to her recuse, but things turned out this way." Noah was depressed. He had thought he would be released in a couple of days. Unexpectedly, that scumbag sued him.
"You saved a girl? Where is she?" Queenie asked.
"I've no idea. As soon as I stopped that man, the girl ran away. I paid no attention because I was hitting that scumbag."
"Why did you hit him after saving the girl?"
"He hit me, and I had to fight back!" Noah said matter-of-factly. "I didn't expect him to be so weak!"
Queenie looked at Noah's body which was hardened by years of labor. No ordinary people could take a few punches from him. "Okay, I'll find you a lawyer."
"Thank you!" Noah looked at her, full of gratitude, "Well, don't tell Nathanael about this." "Why?" Queenie asked, puzzled.
"It's embarrassing." Noah giggled, "I haven't helped anyone all these years except for this, and I messed it up. Alas, I don't know what to say. I don't have the nerve to see him, to begin with. If I am thrown into prison, I don't know how to face him."
"As a father, what can I give him?" Noah hung his head and sighed, "Nothing."
"Don't worry, I'll bring over the lawyer tomorrow," Queenie reassured him and left the detention house.
Timothy was waiting outside. Queenie told him about the situation, and he nodded. "I know a good lawyer. I'll give him a call."
"That's great. Timothy, aren't you reliable?" Queenie flattered him, "I suddenly find it's not bad that you're much older than me."
"How so?"
"I skipped the hardships and directly enjoy the benefits!" Queenie crowed. "You're a successful man while I am a beautiful girl. Your status is accentuated when I'm standing by your side!"
Timothy couldn't help but snicker. "Are you complimenting me or yourself?" "Both." Queenie laughed.
Timothy raised his hand and ruffled her hair. Queenie frowned and asked, "Should I tell Nathanael about this or not? What do you think?"
"Didn't you make a promise to Noah?"
"I didn't. I'm eager to tell him," Queenie said. "I don't think Nathanael is a hard-hearted person."
Timothy slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at her coldly. "You have a good opinion of him." Queenie instantly felt his jealousy and said, "He is alright and not as good as you."
Satisfied with her quick response, Timothy chuckled and said, "Tell him since you're so eager!"
"Yeah!" Queenie immediately took out her phone, called Nathanael, and unfolded the whole story.
Nathanael came with a lawyer. After sending the lawyer to see Noah, he stayed outside and said, "Mr. Carter, I'll take care of this matter. Your help is appreciated."
"It's alright. I just introduced a lawyer to him." Timothy smiled at Nathanael gently, "Your father isn't a bad person."
"Do you also want me to forgive him?" Nathanael looked at him vacantly. "Deep down, you know that your father didn't do anything wrong. It's the hardships and unfairness rather than him that you wouldn't forgive." Timothy advised him in a light voice, "Nathanael, resentment is meaningless. Get over it!"
Nathanael swayed but said stubbornly, "Mr. Carter, I'm used to hating him just like you're used to waiting for Miss Jackson."
Timothy looked at Queenie who was waiting in the distance. His eyes were filled with tenderness, and a faint smile tugged at his mouth. He turned back to Nathanael and said, "I've finished my mission, and you've grown up. It's time to move on!"
Nathanael's eyes were tinted with contradictions. Indeed, he had grown up and no longer needed to live in resentment. Still, grievances and bitterness were pent-up in him. Why did such a thing happen to him? He didn't know whom to blame and could only continue his resentment. However, everyone knew that it was not Noah's fault. Even Mr. Carter believed so...
Timothy patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nathanael, you brought over a lawyer to help him, which shows that you don't hate him so bitterly as you think, right?"
Nathanael pursed his lips but refused to admit it. "I'm not sure, Mr. Carter."
"It's okay, Nathanael." Timothy smiled, "You don't need to hate or forgive him. Just see him as a relative you have to get along with and try getting to know him all over again!"
"Getting to know him all over again?" Nathanael muttered, looking at Timothy. There was a tinge of confusion in his voice.
Timothy nodded and replied, "Yeah, take him for a stranger and see if he is worthy to be your friend. See if you'll like him."
Nathanael said nothing but looked enlightened. He seemed to have agreed with Timothy. What happened in the past was no one's fault. If Noah was good, Nathanael would make friends with him. If Noah was bad, he would stay away. In so doing, he might find peace. He would no longer be torn between resentment and filial piety.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Timothy led Queenie to go home.
In the dim light of night, the car was running. Queenie looked at his pretty side face and clicked her tongue. "You are the only person who can advise Nathanael in such a long-winded way. Whenever I mention Noah to him, he scolds me bitterly."
"Nathanael is a gentle kid." Timothy chuckled.
"Heh, you forbade me to praise him and did it yourself." Queenie was unconvinced.
Timothy smiled and said, "I didn't forbid it."
"Come on, who would believe that?" Queenie snorted, leaned over in a while, and asked, "Well, can I stay in your room tonight?"
"Albert is at home," Timothy muttered. "It's inconvenient."
"He's at home every day," Queenie grumbled, groping about Timothy's body, "Are you just making him wait?"
"Cut it out." Embarrassed, Timothy looked at the driver and grabbed her restless hand.
"I'm eager to have a baby for you who is no longer young." Queenie teased him. Timothy's cheeks burned. "Albert won't let us have a second child."
"Why do you care? He's just your brother-in-law. Do we have to get his consent before having a baby?" Queenie said with assurance, and Timothy found her words reasonable.
"What do you say, eh?" Met with his silence, Queenie nudged him and pressed. "So be it. Why bother asking?" Timothy replied.
"Okay, that's a promise!" Queenie cheered up and drew her hand back. While humming a song, she grinned at him like a cat ready to eat her fish. It was so tantalizing that he itched to pull her into his arms.
When they were back home, Albert had returned from school. He was doing his homework in the study. Queenie went back to her room, had a shower, and sprayed some perfume. After changing into a black slip gown made of silk, she spun in front of the mirror and planned to conquer Timothy tonight!
At midnight, she finally heard Albert coming out of the study. Half an hour after he washed up and went to bed, she sneakily opened the door and slipped to Timothy's room. Instead of knocking, she turned the knob, pushed open the door, and dashed in.
Only a floor lamp was lit in the clean room. The bedsheet was blue and made of silk. It looked so warm and smooth that she itched to get on the bed and roll about.
Timothy was sitting at the bay window. At the sight of her, he lightly stood up and whispered with a smile, "You're here."
"Uh-huh! I am, honey!" Queenie replied in a brisk tone, lunged over, and asked in a flirtatious manner, "Miss me? Come and kiss me!" With that, she nibbled at Timothy's face.
The good-natured man didn't stop her but chuckled. Her hands got restless, and he couldn't help but grab them. "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Queenie raised her head. There was a tinge of dissatisfaction in her voice. She had jumped on him and could not wait any longer.
"There is a dress I want you to put on," Timothy replied. "Oh, you want atmosphere." Queenie smiled, "I get it. As you wish!"
Holding her hand, Timothy led her to go further inside the room. The master bedroom was connected with a cloakroom of less than ten square meters. Timothy turned on the light, and the dark room was instantly illuminated. A white wedding dress was at the center of the cloakroom. It didn't look outdated with a strapless and slinky design. The hem was dotted with pearls. It was unblemished and so beautiful that she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the dream wedding dress for every girl.
At a glance, Queenie recognized it as the very dress he had bought for their wedding. It was very expensive and cost over 3,000 dollars back then. She was crazy about it and really wanted it! She felt that the wedding would be imperfect if she was not wearing it.
Timothy had always satisfied her every need and bought the dress for her. He emptied his savings, maxed out his credit card, and borrowed his friend's suit to wear. His ring was a fake one he bought from a boutique store. All his money was spent on Queenie. At last, he ordered the dress.
Overjoyed, Queenie wished the dress could be made sooner and the wedding could come sooner. She told Timothy every day that she would be the most beautiful bride in the world.
Timothy said with a smile, "You'll be in a pretty dress. Will I look stupid in a suit I borrowed?"
Queenie kissed him happily. "No, you're hot even without clothes on! We're the pretties couple and a perfect match!"
Timothy retorted with a smile, "Nah, you're wearing nothing."
Unfortunately, before the wedding was held and the dress ready, Queenie disappeared...
Queenie couldn't imagine the scene. After receiving the call from the store, he went to get the dress alone. How was that day? How did he feel? Which subway train did he take? Which road did he take?
Did he find the dress too heavy and long? Did he feel tired to carry it?
At that, Queenie felt bitter and robbed her red eyes heavily. After fighting back the urge to cry, she went over with a smile, touched the wedding dress, and said, "This dress is well maintained, I gotta say!"
"Yeah, it has been stored in the cloakroom. A few days ago, I took it out for cleaning. You can try it on." Standing behind Queenie, Timothy looked at the beautiful dress and said, "All these years, I couldn't help imaging what you look like in it."
"Quira, can you wear it for me?" Timothy asked her softly.
Queenie sniffled, tears shining in her eyes. She nodded heavily and smiled at him. "Yeah, sure."
Timothy went out and waited in the master bedroom. Sitting on a stool, he lowered his head and twiddled his thumbs. He seemed to be lost in thought.
After who knew how long, the door to the dressing room opened, and out came Queenie in that white wedding dress. Her hair had been combed into a ponytail at the back and slightly hung loosely at the front, which accentuated her delicate face. Her pretty collarbones were exposed. The unblemished satin set off her curvy figure. Her slender arms were on the sides. Behind her, the long tail of the dress was brushing against the floor as she slowly came out.
Timothy was dazed. His mind went blank. The experiments, new drugs, and data... that filled his brain were all gone. He stood there motionless like a broken pendulum and a piece of dead wood.
Before his eyes, the dream that he had clung to for 23 years came true. His eyes were filled with dreamy pleasure. He felt unreal.
Was he dreaming? Was this another dream?
Following the excitement and happiness came the trepidation. He trembled and looked at the stunning woman in awe until Queenie came over and asked with rare shyness, "How do I look?"
"Good..." Timothy got a lump in his throat and found it hard to control his body. Unable to speak, he just felt light as if his soul had left him and floated in the air. "As I imagined..."
"Do I look as pretty as you thought?" Queenie gave a charming smile, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and leaned over to wipe the tears off his face with a kiss, "Silly boy, what are you crying for?"
Unaware of his tears, Timothy croaked, "I'm just afraid this is just a dream."
"How so? I'm really back. I won't leave again."
"I love you, Timothy," Queenie confessed emotionally. The glitter in her eyes mesmerized Timothy.
He lifted his hand, stroked Queenie's cheek, and slightly opened his mouth. A part of his heart was trembling and throbbing. "Quira, I love you too," he responded.
For some unknown reason, Timothy's tears kept falling. He lowered his head and passionately killed his bride whom he had waited for so long. At that moment, his waiting proved worthwhile. It was soul-stirring. His heart was finally complete again. He wanted to cry, laugh, and hold her with all his strength. Timothy knew that only Queenie could give him this kind of feeling. She was the only one who could make him live in passion, excitement, and love.
Even the air in the warm room was filled with sweetness. Only Timothy knew how long he had been waiting for this day.
Early the next morning, Queenie came out of Timothy's room to have breakfast. Albert saw it, snorted, and turned around as if he hadn't seen her. Ever since Queenie cheekily moved into Timothy's bedroom, her life had been peaceful and happy. Going to work, coming home, and sleeping with Timothy became her routine.
Noah's case was resolved. According to Nathanael, the police found the surveillance footage of that night, and the girl saved by Noah was willing to testify in court. Noah was released and awarded for his bravery.
Time went by until the birth of a baby disrupted the peace.
In those days when Queenie was pregnant, Timothy treated her as a treasure. He would not let her catch a cold and made sure everything she ate or used are safe. He wouldn't even let her go to work. Queenie, however, deemed herself strong and did not think such caution was necessary. She tried to outsmart Timothy every day. While he was away, she secretly ate and drank without constraint. It annoyed him so much that part of his hair turned gray.
Queenie mocked him, "Tim, stop frowning and worrying, or when our baby is born, people may think we're from three generations, hahaha!"
Timothy didn't think it was funny at all. He looked askance at Queenie and refused to talk to her for several days. She was aware that Timothy minded his more mature look and that her blunt words had hurt his feelings.
Queenie thought about it before dying her hair gray at the barber shop. Then she showed up in front of Timothy and said, "Look, I'm here to apologize. Now I have more gray hair than you do!"
"You! You're pregnant. How could you dry your hair? The chemicals are harmful to your health!" Timothy was so mad that he felt dizzy.
"You only care about the baby. Who said that I'm the person he loves the most?" Queenie pouted and sulked.
"I didn't. That's an unwarranted accusation." Timothy denied it. "You did," Queenie complained. "Tell me then, who is more important, the baby or me?" "You're both important." "Argh, you used to say that I'm the most important! Timothy, that's a change of heart!" "No, it isn't. There you come again!"
While the two were bickering, Albert passed by the dining room. He didn't even have a look. In his mind, after staying with Queenie, his dad was getting childish. Even the way Timothy talked was foolish.
A few days ago, Timothy's hand got burned when he was cooking. He showed it to Queenie, pouted, and groaned in pain. It was jaw-dropping. His dad had always been a tough guy in Albert's mind! Why was he behaving like a child?
And Timothy started to care about his looks. He dressed up and went to the gym every day, claiming to get eight-pack abs! Timothy looked young, to begin with. Now he looked younger just like those stylish characters in TV series who had well-built figures and good taste. Every day, he bragged about his fashionable clothes and told Queenie that a lot of girls liked him.
Queenie was the only person who believed him and treated him like a treasure. She was so wary as if someone would steal him away.
They were a match, he had to say.
From the fridge, Albert took out a bottle of yogurt, stuck the straw into it, and went outside while sipping his yogurt. In the living room, the two were done arguing. On the sofa, Timothy held Queenie with one hand and gently placed his other hand on her belly. With a soft smile, he leaned against Queenie, and the latter leaned against him serenely. They just sat there quietly and occasionally looked at each other. They were an affectionate couple.
Albert smiled, thinking it was not bad.
When his dad was happy, he would be happy. Having a little sister was acceptable! She might be very cute, who knew? "Why are you so sure you'll have a sister? You could have a brother," Queenie said. "It has to be. I don't like little brothers," Albert said. "Why?" "Because boys are annoying whereas girls are cute," Albert replied.
"Okay, I'll try." Queenie nodded in understanding. When Timothy came back from work, she asked him if he liked boys or girls.
Timothy blurted out, "I like both." "No, you have to choose one," Queenie demanded domineeringly. Timothy thought for a moment and said, "Girls then!"
"Why?"
"I've got Albert, so a girl will make this family complete!" Timothy smiled.
From that, Queenie could tell that he regarded Albert as his son. Gratified and grateful, she held him and said, "Okay, I'll try!"
"How would you do that? It's a matter of probability!"
"I'll pray to God and hope that he would bestow you with a beautiful little princess." Queenie crossed her fingers, closed her eyes, and prayed earnestly.
"Fool, it's okay that we won't have a little princess." Timothy tapped her head, "Because I've got one!"
Queenie gave a sweet smile. Her eyes were shiny. "No, I'm not your little princess. I am your wife!"
"Okay, wifey, what would like for dinner?" Timothy asked softly as he folded her in his arms.
"Can I have spicy chicken?" "No, not a good idea." "Humph, boiled fish with pickles then." "The pickles contain too much nitrite."
"There you come again." Queenie sat up in annoyance and glared at the health-care manic! "Fine, I'll add less spice and pickles. Isn't that okay?" Timothy gave in. "That'll do!" Queenie met him halfway.
Sitting on the sofa, Queenie looked at the busy figure in the kitchen with a smile. Her heart was filled with sweetness. These days, she could clearly feel that Timothy had become more cheerful. He liked to suddenly hold her and walk hand in hand with her. He liked to take her with him wherever he went.
He even worked out hard and paid more attention to health. He often said that he would try to live longer, keeping their child and her company. He didn't want her to lose her love too early because he knew how much it hurt.
He didn't want her to experience it and hoped that he would live to 100 years old. When Queenie was 80 years old, she would become an old fool and forget him.
Queenie giggled and said, "Who will still love you when she's 80? By then, I may have got a great-grandson and have no time for you."
Timothy looked at her indulgently as ever and said, "That's fine. Senior Quira, remember to be always happy."
Queenie hugged him and said, "Timothy, I want you to be happy for the rest of your life, too."