Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 655

Finnley was an incredibly handsome man, he seemed flawless even at such a close distance. His features were delicate.

Looking at him, Mya could not help chuckling.

Finnley frowned, "What are you laughing at?" Carrying her into the elevator, he looked down at her face, which was slightly pink.

For a moment, he wanted to bite her cheek.

As Mya smiled, their eyes locked and Mya reminded him, "Why don't you press the floor button? You want to spend the night in the elevator?”

Finnley came to himself and held her close to the buttons.

Mya understood, pressed the number “28” and the elevator began to go up.

"What were you laughing at?" Finnley really wanted to know, it seemed to be about him.

Mya smiled and looked at his handsome face, "I was laughing at you. Your skin is too delicate for your age.”

Finnley asked, "My age?”

"You should be in your 30s soon," Mya tilted her head and replied, "You are 26 already, aren’t you?”

Finnley was rendered speechless, “Am I very old to you?”

"Older than me!" Mya added, "We are six years apart. Girls nowadays prefer boys younger than them. You were already a big boy when I was born.”

What did she want?

Reminding him of the age gap?

Was she trying to send him some kind of message?

“Mr. Marsh and Mrs. Marsh are 12 years apart and they seem great together.” Finnley refuted. How could she imply that he was old?

“What?” Mya stared at him, “What are you talking about?”

Finnley realized what he had said and was silent.

Mya didn’t ask more questions.

Ding!

The doors were opened and Mya suddenly realized it. “You are you, I am me while they are a couple. There is nothing to compare. Whatever the age difference, as long as two people love each other, I don’t see age as a problem.”

Finnley didn’t answer.

He carried her to the door and Mya opened the door with her fingerprint.

After walking into the apartment, Finnley carried her into the master bedroom and put her gently in bed.

She couldn't sleep, so she took a book and opened it, but she was in no mood to read.

Somehow, her mind was in a mess.

About half an hour later, footsteps came.

Mya looked up and saw Finnley by her bed, asking, “Are you hungry now? Do you want a sandwich or something?”

Mya shook her head. “No. I’m full.”

There was a silence and the two’s eyes met.

Finnley nodded and turned around to leave.

“Hey!” Mya called to stop him and Finnley turned to look at her.

“My mom’s coming home,” she said to him in a low voice, “I have to recover before she sees me. I don’t want her to worry about me.”

“I see.” Finnley nodded.

“So...” Mya pursed her lips and said, “Thank you.”

Somehow, Finnley felt at a loss. “You are welcome. If you need anything, tell me.” Since her mom was coming home, she would leave soon, wouldn’t she?