Chapter 917

　　Tonight was a descent into a sea of desire for some, and a celebration of a plot coming together for others. 　　In the master bedroom, Bonnie held a bottle of warm medicinal oil, half-kneeling beside Algernon's lounger. 　　It was the formula Tabitha had prepared. 　　"Algernon, counting the days, we've known each other for decades," Bonnie said softly. "We've weathered so many storms together. In the blink of an eye, we've reached this age. Time really flies." 　　Algernon reached out and tilted her chin up, his gaze conflicted. "You're still in your prime. I'm the only one who's actually grown old." 　　Bonnie was more than a decade younger than him. Combined with years of luxury and top-tier cosmetic upkeep, the visual gap between her and the visibly aging Algernon was stark. 　　Bonnie took his hand, her expression tender. "Don't say that. Everyone ages. Marrying you was the greatest stroke of luck in my life. Now, I only have one wish left—for our children." 　　Mentioning this, she let out