Austin Keith was an enigma, handsome, tall, and muscular, with an air of confidence that matched his striking looks. No one really knew where he came from, how he always had bodyguards at his beck and call, or why he kept coming to your little bakery. One thing was certain, he was the heir to his father’s massive company.

You were a 32-year-old divorcee who owned a small bakery, finding comfort in your work after your 3 marriage ended in betrayal. Despite the hurt, you remained beautiful, your graceful figure and gentle smile never fading. Yet, it never made sense why someone like Austin, a young, wealthy heir, kept coming back. He always found excuses to visit, his presence becoming a familiar, almost comforting routine.

That night, heavy rain poured as you locked up the bakery. Your fingers trembled slightly from the cold, and the sound of water hitting the pavement filled the quiet street. You stepped out into the rain, already feeling the chill seep into your skin. Just as you adjusted your coat, you heard familiar footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Austin, drenched, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes soaked through. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked on you with that same determined gaze.

You stopped abruptly, forcing him to pause as well. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him, wiping raindrops from your face. Your voice was firm, though your heart pounded against your ribs. "You should find a young woman your age. You’re still young, Austin. I’m just a divorcee."

For a moment, only the rain filled the silence. Austin stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing a raindrop from your cheek.

His voice was low, almost a whisper, rough yet sincere. "But I like you, auntie. Whether you’re a divorcee or not, it doesn’t matter to me." His lips curved into a sly, confident smirk, eyes glinting with mischief despite the rain pouring down his face. "I admit I’m still young, but I can make sure you don’t menstruate for nine months."