Jessie let out a soft gasp, taken aback by the moment.

Albert, noticing her reaction, kissed her and asked in a hushed tone, “What did you just say? What do you mean ‘at my age'?"

Jessie couldn't speak; her eyes widened, reflecting a mix of emotions.

Albert responded with a gentle kiss, his tenderness momentarily overwhelming her.

As they continued their quiet exchange, Jessie whispered his name, "Albert..."

He held her close, sharing another gentle kiss.

After doing it a few times, Jessie's waist started to feel a bit sore.

Just then, someone downstairs called them for Lunch.

Jessie attempted to rise, suggesting they head downstairs, but Albert playfully suggested, "Stay here for a moment. I'll bring the food up so you don't have to change."

Jessie, asserting herself with a gentle firmness, refused. She bit her lower lip and explained, "This isn't right. I need to be responsible at home too. How can I maintain authority if we ignore our duties?"

Albert was pleasantly surprised by Jessie's readiness to help manage the household staff.

It touched him deeply, reinforcing his feeling of finally having a true home after years of uncertainty. He was grateful that the person he loved was willing to nurture this home with him.

He expressed his appreciation subtly, tapping her nose lightly.

Jessie smiled in response.

As she dressed, Albert sat on the sofa, absorbed in a magazine, giving her space and patiently waiting.

Usually quite attentive, his respectful distance today struck Jessie as unusual.

Sensing her thoughts, Albert closed his magazine and remarked, “We have ample time."

He then stood, took her hand, and together they went downstairs to a lavish lunch. Lettie was taking care of Jeslyn, allowing Albert and Jessie to discuss household matters casually.

“In the afternoon, let's visit my mom," Albert suggested.

Jessie considered, and then asked, "You don't seem to visit her often, do you?"