Hearing Isabelle’s answer, Ge0rge looked at her.
The boy said, “I think your boyfriend’s asleep. He’s not even looking at us. And he looks young...”
“He’s 31, I’m 19. You might wanna rethink that.”
The boy made the calculation in his head. “Tons of old geezers here marry young ladies. They’re sixty, and their wives are seventeen. Your boyfriend’s not old at all.”
Isabelle arched an eyebrow, her expression animated.
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