<strong>Chapter 1479: 1479. Some nostalgia</strong>


    Adam Jones wrapped his arm around her waist with a serious look, shook his head, and said:


    “Don’t worry, I don’t have the luxury to ruin my reputation like William Hall.”


    At first, Elly Campbell didn’t understand what Adam meant by that. She was about to say that, with President Jones’s face and fortune, even if he were eighty years old, seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girls would still be willing to run after him.


    But in the next second, she remembered.


    Apart from his good looks, Ind Master Jones’s fortune was all in her hands now. He truly didn’t have the capital to ruin his old-age reputation.


    Thinking this, Elly’s smile deepened.


    “Besides, peach blossoms aren’t up to my taste. I only fancy the stunning peony flowers.”


    He raised his hand, touched Elly’s face, and confessed.


    Elly had gradually grown used to her Ind Master casually breaking into derations of love. Her skin had grown thicker under his persistent training.


    This time, as he stared at her with burning intensity, she showed not even a hint of shyness.


    Adam chuckled and pulled her into his embrace, saying:


    “What I should be worried about is if, when I’m old and my face is full of wrinkles and I’m penniless, you’ll leave me, this old wretch, to run off with some fresh-faced youngd.”


    Elly burst outughing.


    She lifted her hand to touch Adam’s strong, muscr jaw and said:


    “No wonder you’ve been working out so diligently—you’re afraid I’ll reject you if you turn into dried-up old meat!”


    Dried-up old meat…


    Adam’s eyelid twitched hard.


    “Don’t worry, even if you turn into dried-up old meat, I’ll still love gnawing on you exclusively. Even if I can’t bite anymore, just smelling your vor would be good enough.”


    Although his dear wife’s words did manage to reassure him, for some reason, they still sounded a little strange.


    In the next second, Elly sighed, put on a serious expression, and said:


    “But you still have to keep exercising. When we’re old and you need to carry me, I’ll bezy and refuse to walk. By then, I’ll be counting on you, my strong old man, to piggyback me around.”


    Adamughed at her words, holding her even tighter.


    “Alright. When we’re seventy or eighty years old, I still have fifty years of training ahead of me. By then, I’ll carry you, my old granny, everywhere we go.”


    Elly happily buried her face in his chest, imagining the two of them old in the distant future—two wrinkled hands, holding tightly onto each other, supporting one another as they journey through thetter half of their lives.


    “Tell me, when we’re old and you leave before me, what should I do?”


    Their chat had started yfully, but as the topic veered toward old age, mortality became an inevitable subject.


    Thinking about it, an indescribable sadness emerged.


    “Then let you go first,”


    Adam answered without a second thought.


    Elly froze for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly lifted her head in displeasure and red at him.


    “You’re so eager for me to die early, huh?”


    Although she didn’t want him to pass away before her either, hearing him so casually suggest her going first made Elly unable to suppress a sudden wave of sorrow.


    Adam smiled at her lovingly, his gaze filled with tenderness and indulgence.


    “If you leave before me, I can take care of your arrangements and let you depart peacefully without a single worry, while all the loneliness afterward will be borne by me alone.”


    He raised his hand, stroking Elly’s head, and said:


    “Aside from myself, I couldn’t entrust you to anyone else. So why not let me send you off first? Anyway, I’ll quicklye find you after.”