"Get married?" Yohan blinked, stunned.
"Yes. Why not?" Helen's steady gaze told him she wasn't joking.
She was beautiful, no doubt, but marriage was the last thing on Yohan's mind, especially now that he was only beginning to live his new life.
"Helen… no offense, but I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not? You're over eighteen, right?" she gasped, sudden panic flashing in her eyes.
"Yeah, but that's not the issue."
Her shoulders dropped with relief. "Then what is it? Is it… me?"
Her voice softened, almost trembling. "I'm only thirty-two. Or… is that too old for you?"
"You are only thirty-two?" Yohan asked.
"Yes… Do I look too old?"
"No, no it's not that. I'm just surprised that someone as young as you could become a deputy inspector,"
"Oh. I joined the force quite early," she said with a small proud smile.
"And I am very serious with my work, I think it was even one of the reasons my husband left me… that and my insane sex drive,"
