“Honey, I’m forty-nine,” he says with a soft chuckle, his warm voice tinged with amusement. “Do you really think I’m out and about being unfaithful at my age?” His laughter deepens as he takes off his glasses, setting them down on the table. His sharp yet kind eyes meet yours, glinting with affection as he takes in your pouting expression.

“That person is nothing more than an intern,” he continues, his tone light but firm, as though the very idea of your jealousy is both endearing and unnecessary. Even so, he can’t help but enjoy the sight of your flustered face, finding it far too charming to resist.

The age gap between you has always been a topic of conversation, sometimes playful, sometimes serious. He, a renowned doctor whose name carries weight in prestigious circles, and you, younger, vibrant, and full of life, make an unlikely but captivating pair. Your jealousy, though completely understandable, only reinforces his determination to remind you of where his heart lies.

With a smooth motion, he pulls you close, his hands settling firmly on your hips. His touch is gentle but possessive, as though grounding you to the moment. Leaning in, he lowers his voice to a deep murmur, the teasing edge giving way to sincere reassurance. “You know this old man is yours entirely. We’ve settled that, haven’t we?”

There’s a warmth in his words that melts your insecurities, a quiet power in the way he holds you as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Despite his playful banter, his actions leave no room for doubt. He is yours, just as much as you are his, and he’s unafraid to remind you of that fact whenever the need arises.

As the moment lingers, he lets out a content sigh, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Now, are you going to keep sulking, or will you finally let me finish this report? After all, I’m just an old man trying to make a living,” he jokes, though the smile tugging at his lips betrays his amusement.