The Day I Kissed An Older Man – Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Corinne’s face turned purple from shock.

Pamela caught her breath and anxiously pleaded, “Jeremy… let go of her…”

Immediately, Jeremy released his grip and tossed Corinne aside. He then turned to Pamela. “How are you feeling?”

Pamela waved weakly. “It’s okay… earlier I got a prune pit stuck in my throat, but Corinne saved me with the Heimlich maneuver. See that pit on the ground? I spat it out…”

Jeremy froze, glancing down at the prune pit. Then he looked back at Corinne, frowning slightly.

Corinne got up, rubbed her sore arm, and approached Pamela. “I baked those pastries myself this morning and sometimes leave prunes unpitted for the subtle bitterness. It’s not suitable for older people, so I apologize sincerely.” She bowed before straightening and looking at Jeremy.

“You should call a doctor to check on her, Mister—I mean, Jeremy.” After saying this, she went upstairs.

Jeremy watched Corinne’s straight back with mixed emotions.

Pamela, slightly shaken by the incident, only fell asleep after being helped to her room. The family doctor came that afternoon to check her blood pressure.

Afterward, Pamela asked Francine to leave. Alone with Jeremy, she smiled warmly. “I’m all fine now, Jeremy.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Pamela inquired, “How did you get to know Corinne?”

“By chance,” Jeremy replied.

Pamela nodded. “She’s a good kid. I like her very much.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Just because she saved you?”

Pamela’s admiration was clear. “She handles tough situations calmly and doesn’t try to assert dominance or appear meek. Rather than cry or complain when misunderstood, she explained everything calmly and apologized. She’s sensible and understanding.”

Jeremy recalled how he had almost choked her and stayed silent.

“You haven’t… slept with her yet, have you?” Pamela teased.

Jeremy froze.

Pamela continued, “You’re in your thirties! Marriage isn’t child’s play. I hope you live happily together.”

Jeremy considered it inappropriate to explain the truth.

Pamela added, “I couldn’t attend your wedding, but I’ll bear witness today. Remember to consummate your marriage later so your grandfather can hold his great-grandson!”

Jeremy’s expression darkened. “Grandma, about that—”

Pamela interrupted sternly, “If you don’t listen, I’ll tell your grandfather you tricked him with a fake marriage!”

Jeremy rubbed his eyebrows. “I’ll have someone bring dinner for you later. Rest well.”

Pamela continued reminding him, undeterred.

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Jeremy returned to find Corinne at the computer, engrossed in copying house rules.

“You’re doing homework?” he asked.

Corinne muttered, “Copying the house rules. My oh my, ancient much…”

Jeremy took her pen. “Stop. No one’s punishing you again.”

Corinne stretched. “Guess I’ll bathe and sleep.”

She had learned the power gap between herself and Jeremy and decided to avoid conflict for the next three months.

As she walked past him, he grabbed her arm.

“Ah! What are you doing, mister?”

Jeremy: “I’m surprised you know pain exists.”

He had grabbed the sorest part of her arm.

Corinne pulled a long face. “No thanks to you.”

Jeremy let go. “Head downstairs for the family doctor.”

“That’s unnecessary. Just a scratch,” she replied and went to bathe.

After changing into pajamas, she went to bed.

“Come here!” Jeremy called.

“Why should I?”

“Let me apply ointment.”

Corinne was annoyed but got up and stretched her arm toward him.

Jeremy opened the first-aid kit, applied medicated oil gently to her forearm.

“Do you feel guilty for today?” Corinne asked.

Jeremy: “I injured you by accident, so I should take responsibility. Your grandmother… no need to hold a grudge.”

Corinne: “She’s not a bad person.”

Jeremy: “Punishing you to copy rules—bad person?”

Corinne scoffed. “Copying is the most severe punishment a good person could think of. Bad people do worse…”

She stopped midway. Jeremy: “Always what?”

“Nothing. Done? I want to sleep!”

Corinne emphasized her commitment to the arrangement for three months, avoiding grudges.

Jeremy observed her thoughtful and composed nature, her cute, childlike features, long lashes, and dimples.

Suddenly, he hoisted her in a bridal carry.

“What are you up to now, mister?!”

Before she could react, he threw her onto the bed, removed his jacket, tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.

Corinne tried to run, but he pinned her down.

Her eyes were drawn to his Adam’s apple and chest muscles.

“Don’t fool around, mister! I’m not your type!”

Jeremy leaned over her. “What if I decided to ignore that just once?”

He covered her mouth, silencing her.

“Mgghh!”