The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot

Chapter 289: Life in Old Age

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and Leo Grant and Holly Sawyer have been traveling outside for ten years now, going home mainly for the New Year and some festivals, but mostly spending their time playing outside.

A world for just the two of them, it’s quite free.

On the beach at Solara, Holly Sawyer leaned against Leo Grant’s shoulder, watching the sunset by the sea. There weren’t many people on the beach, just a few couples or young ladies scattered around.

Leo Grant and Holly Sawyer, these elderly folks over fifty, seemed a bit out of place here.

There really aren’t many couples as loving into their old age; Leo Grant and Holly Sawyer are among the rare few.

"Wow, I think their relationship is really wonderful."

"I envy such love. I also hope I can be like this when I’m old."

"I think this elderly couple must have been very good-looking when they were younger; I wonder how many people’s youth they comprise!"

"I also hope when I’m old, I can be like this with my partner; it truly makes others envious."

"Looking at this elderly couple, I suddenly feel that those lovey-dovey young couples over there aren’t so eye-catching now."

"..."

Passersby expressed admiration for such love.

Yes, because love is indeed a magical thing.

How many of those vows and promises from youth can truly come true? The answer is, of course, unknown.

Some experience intense love affairs but end up with empty nests;

Some experience simple love, and in the end, walk hand in hand all their lives;

Some experience intense loves that end intensely as well;

Some have simple loves that quietly fade apart;

Some...

And so, love is truly unpredictable.

"Old man, I feel like I’ve become the person I used to admire."

Holly Sawyer leaned against Leo Grant’s shoulder, gazing at the distant sunset, her smile soft.

Such days are joyful and relaxed.

"I told you, you don’t need to envy anyone else; my girl should be pampered by me."

Leo Grant gently ruffled Holly Sawyer’s hair, speaking softly.

No matter how old she was, Holly Sawyer was still a girl in his eyes, still a young girl.

She was meant to be pampered.

Holly Sawyer used to envy sweet loves, so he gave her a sweet love.

Holly envied those elderly people supporting each other in back alleys, so when he was old, he had already pampered Holly into a child.

"Meeting you in this lifetime, it’s enough."

Holly Sawyer gently closed her eyes, filled with joy.

Yes, meeting Leo Grant in this lifetime, she truly is content.

Because of Leo Grant, her life is full and beautiful, living a life being cherished by someone.

"Meeting you is also my greatest fortune."

Leo Grant looked down at Holly Sawyer, leaned forward a little, and kissed her lips.

An elderly couple over fifty kissing on the beach is undoubtedly a beautiful sight.

Beach, sunset, elderly couple.

"Ooh, so sweet, so sweet."

"Look, that elderly couple is really so sweet."

"Mom, I suddenly believe in love again."

"I want to have sweet love, too."

"For such love, how many times do I have to reincarnate to have it?"

"..."

There was a never-ending chatter around them, though all were good words, with exclamations of admiration arising continuously.

Yes, an elderly couple’s love is truly the one most worth envying.

Isn’t Leo Grant and Holly Sawyer just like this?

They have become what they once admired.

"I never thought I’d still be so spry at seventy."

As they strolled on the beach, Holly Sawyer held Leo Grant’s hand, speaking softly.

Showing none of the shuffling typical of seventy-year-olds, instead, so lively.

"It’s because of regular exercise."

Leo Grant replied.

Yes, both had always exercised regularly; though Holly Sawyer was often lazy, she still did exercise.

"Old man, what if I leave before you do?"

As they walked, Holly suddenly turned to Leo Grant with inquiry.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are common, and no one can foresee the future. Now they’re old; who knows which day, closing their eyes, they might never again open them.

This is inevitable.

"It won’t happen; if someone’s leaving, it’ll be me first; I have to pave the way for you."

"You always lose your way, if I don’t go ahead and pave it, what would you do if you got lost?"

Leo Grant looked at Holly Sawyer, whose eyes held a warmth of utmost tenderness.

Yes, Holly Sawyer had always gotten lost; heaven knows how many times she had wandered to remember all the good foods in Arkenfall.

"I feel that leaving together would be more romantic."

Holly Sawyer said softly, her voice gentle.

Leaving together, perhaps, that’s the most romantic.

At their age now, they’ve become open-minded about certain things, not avoiding discussions about life and death.

In the past, talks about life and death were taboo out of superstition.

"Yes, I truly hope we can leave together in the end."

Leo Grant tightly held Holly Sawyer’s hand, his eyes filled with extreme tenderness and care.

"Hmm."

Holly Sawyer smiled as they walked hand in hand along the beach.

With the sunset behind the hills, darkness gradually descended, and the crowd on the beach scattered away, leaving Leo and Holly still strolling, leisurely and content.

"Do you want to eat sugar-coated hawthorn berries?"

As they gradually left the beach and arrived at a busy market, a vendor with sugar-coated hawthorne berries passed by, and Leo looked over and asked Holly.

"No, my teeth aren’t good."

Holly Sawyer shook her head, watching the sugar-coated berry vendor pass by.

One can’t help but acknowledge aging, she loved sweets when younger, but now with poor teeth, she’s nearly quit sweets altogether.

"I’ll go get you some."

Without hesitation, Leo Grant went to get some for Holly.

Holly said she didn’t need any, said her teeth weren’t good, but her eyes were filled with longing.

Her craving for food was something she couldn’t even quit in old age, merely suppressing herself.

"Hey..."

Holly wanted to call Leo back, but he had already walked away.

"Here you go, sugar-coated hawthorns."

Soon, Leo returned with a stick of sugar-coated hawthorns, smiling.

Holly loved sugar-coated hawthorns in the past.

"Thanks, old man."

Holly held the sugar-coated hawthorns, looked at them several times, but didn’t peel the sugar coating to eat.

"Eat if you want, or hold onto them and look."

"Your longing in your eyes can’t fool me."

Leo gently rubbed Holly’s head, speaking indulgently.