Chapter 827:
Joey looked worried.
“But I’ve been feeling a little anxious recently. I’m 30 years old and still don’t have a boyfriend. I’m eager for love and marriage. I’ve even thought about accepting Mr. Hall if he really…”
I could only pat her on the shoulder and comfort her.
“Don’t be trapped by age. You will definitely meet the person you’re destined to be with.”
“Do you mean I have to keep waiting? How long will I have to wait?” Joey asked, looking a little depressed.
“There are too many unknowns when it comes to love. But in my opinion, John may not be the right person for you.” I declared firmly.
Is it just because he’s a little older? Joey curled her lips, feeling that she could rely on John.
“The age gap could lead to a lot of misunderstandings between you two. You said that he looks like a man in his forties, even though he’s in his fifties. But what about ten years from now? He’ll be in his sixties, and you’ll be in your forties. At that point, if his health declines, he might need to sit in a wheelchair.” I said bluntly.
Hearing this, Joey couldn’t help but nod.
“You’re right,” she admitted.
Finally, I leaned in close to Joey’s ear and whispered, “The most important thing is that you may not be in harmony with each other. They say that women in their forties often have very strong sexual needs. When he’s 60, can he keep up with you?”
Joey didn’t answer me, but her face turned a little red.
I quickly ran behind my desk and said with a smile, “Hey, I’m just telling the truth.”
Joey slowly sat down in the chair, her eyebrows curved.
“You’re right. I won’t consider John for the time being.”
After that, Joey got up to leave.
As soon as she opened the door, she paused, closed it again, and turned to look at me.
“Hey, I want to ask you something.”
Bella’s POV:
“What?” I asked.
Joey looked at me curiously and asked, “I’ve heard that not only women in their forties have strong desires, but women in their thirties do as well. Is that true?”
“How… how would I know?”
My face turned red as I spoke, still feeling hesitant. I was a 30-year-old woman, and I had a long-term bed companion.
“Who else would know if you don’t? I’ve noticed you’ve been looking a little off lately. I think you’re just unsatisfied. Hurry up and reconcile with Herbert. I’m afraid if you don’t satisfy your desires soon, you’ll just get more frustrated!”
“Oh, dear, stop joking around. Just leave already!”
I smiled and gently pushed her away.
After Joey left, I kept thinking about the word she had said: Desire. It kept playing in my mind, and I couldn’t help but imagine a few things.
When I snapped out of it, I felt frustrated.
