No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 278

Watching him with all seriousness, I couldn't help but seriously gaze back at his face, noting the mature, steady composure that added to his handsomeness.

Men his age couldn't possibly compete with the likes of Jimmy, the fresh-faced young bucks out there.

These days, being called a "silver fox" is practically a compliment, signifying a charm that comes with maturity.

Isn't there a whole trend about swooning over older men now?

Whether it's young women, married ladies, or even little girls, they all seem to have a thing for the mature types like Ernest.

But him getting all worked up about being called a "silver fox"? Seems like he doesn't realize just how valuable that title has become in his case.

Taking a step closer, I said, "Honestly, you are in your thirties, definitely not young, especially compared to that kid earlier..."

"You think I'm old too?" Ernest cut me off before I could finish.

His mood seemed to drop, clearly annoyed.

Wow! Didn't expect him to be so touchy about his age.

I tried to explain further, "I'm saying you're indeed not young, but I didn't mean..."

That I disliked you – those words were left unspoken as Ernest interrupted again, "Anyone else can call me old, but not you."

I was speechless.

Seeing his frustrated yet aggrieved expression, I couldn't help but laugh. "Ernest, are you so worried I'll find you old because you lack confidence? Or do you think I'd leave you for being older?"

Ernest kept silent, his sulking demeanor amusing.

I couldn't resist reaching out to ruffle his face, "Come on, I won't hold your age against you. I'm after your... mature charm... Otherwise, why would I turn down that young guy earlier? He was pretty fresh, right?"

Ernest still didn't respond, so I rubbed his face again.

This was the first time I realized that older men are not that easy to cheer up, unlike Conrad.