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    “That’s great!” Matilda eximed excitedly. “Now, you go ahead and leave. I’ll change quickly so we can head out right away!”


    Jacob, feeling quite downcast, could only nod in agreement. He turned away with a heavy heart and exited the room, closing the door behind him.


    To Jacob, this bedroom represented the gentle haven he had been away from for nearly 30 years.


    Now, he found himself standing outside the door, anxiously waiting for Matilda to change.


    Once Matilda finished dressing, Jacob, who was supposed to take her for a run, sighed heavily. He covered his face with one hand, resting his head on the other, and squatted down outside Matilda’s bedroom door.<fnb182> This text is hosted at FιndNovel</fnb182>


    As he sat there, he couldn’t help but think, “What is going wrong? Could it be that the millet porridge really has such magical properties?”


    After three minutes, the bedroom door swung open.


    Matilda emerged, dressed in a snug set of running clothes, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked fantastic for a woman in her fifties, with many people mistaking her for someone in her thirties.


    Noticing Jacob squatting there, Matilda rushed over and asked, “Jacob, why are you sitting on the floor?”


    Jacob quickly stood up, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just resting for a moment,” he stammered.


    As he took a closer look at Matilda in her form-fitting attire, he was taken aback by her stunning figure. He never expected Matilda to maintain such an impressive physique at her age.


    The tight clothing entuated every curve, leaving no room for any imperfections. Yet, Matilda’s figure was wless.


    Realizing he was staring, Matilda felt a flush of embarrassment but quickly dismissed it. “Let’s hurry up and leave; I’m starting to feel really hot!”


    Jacob, now slightly annoyed, followed Matilda downstairs.


    The vi where Matilda lived was conveniently located near the riverside. After exiting themunity, they passed through a green area and crossed a road, arriving directly at the riverside path.


    Over the years, the government had been promoting physical fitness, leading Aurous Hill City to construct a 20-kilometer-long riverside trail, half of which was a rubberized track designed for running.


    Matilda, a regr here, had developed a routine of jogging daily, which contributed to her excellent shape.


    In contrast, Jacob was an average middle-aged man. While he didn’t have a bad physique, he rarely exercised. He spent most of his time drinking tea, ying with beads and walnuts, and socializing at the Calligraphy and Painting Association. His physical activity consisted mostly of idle chatter.


    As soon as he started running with Matilda, he quickly found himself out of breath and struggled to keep up after just three minutes.


    Meanwhile, Matilda appeared to be in perfect form. A little bit of exercise barely made her break a sweat.


    Eventually, Jacob couldn’t keep going and gasped, “I can’t run anymore. Can we take a break?”


    Matilda, feeling invigorated, replied, “I’m not tired at all! In fact, I feel like I have a lot of energy left. Why don’t you go at your own pace, and I’ll keep running ande back to find you? I just can’t seem to tire myself out.”


    Jacob gritted his teeth and insisted, “No, I’ll stick with you.”


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