My Dreamy Old Husband

His voice was cold and mysterious, yet elegant and melodious. He sounded inexplicably tantalizing, and Sophia was soon reveling in his voice.

On the other side, the man in the suit, whom she initially thought was her hubby, was standing at the side respectfully now.

Does that mean that this man standing in front of me, who looks even better than a model in television shows, is actually my hubby?

So he isn’t bald, nor does he have a beer belly and a flat nose? Besides, he doesn’t even have large, floppy ears.

Sophia looked at the man in front of her in disbelief while flanking at Daniel in a panic.

Daniel was under the scorching sun now since he just had his umbrella snatched away. Nevertheless, he wiped his sweat away calmly while nodding at her. “Mm-hmm, this is your hubby. Quick, address him as your hubby.”

Sophia was still staring at the man in fear.

She thought that, in the best-case scenario, her hubby wouldn’t be handicapped or too old; she never expected him to be so perfect. He was so perfect that she felt like she was in a dream.

Sophia was tongue-tied, and she just couldn’t utter that simple word to greet him.

Her hubby, who looked like a prince, did not force her either; instead, he continued shading her with the umbrella while chatting with Daniel.

Sophia did not pay attention to what they were chatting about because she only had one thought in her mind—Something isn’t right! Something is utterly wrong! Why would such a perfect man not have a wife and is still a virgin?

He must have some sort of hidden disease; maybe he is impotent and psychotic. In fact, he’s most probably a super crazy psychopath!

Sophia was so scared that she started trembling uncontrollably.

She heard Daniel speaking, “This is your fate; I so happened to have her in hand, whereas you needed a woman as well. She has a simple background; she is the illegitimate daughter of a small business owner.”

Her prince-like hubby was still observing her when he nodded. “Mm-hmm.” It’s much better to marry such a non-threatening woman. At least she wouldn’t end up like the previous one, who almost died for no reason. She might be tanned and thin, but her facial features are prominent. I’m sure she’ll look good after some good maintenance and makeover.

Daniel was extremely pleased with himself. “Her horoscope complements yours, and that is one in a million. I’m confident she’ll emerge as a beauty after you take good care of her. Purchasing her for 10 million was definitely a steal!”

Sophia stared at him while looking dumbfounded.

The two men chatted some more, and soon, Sophia followed her hubby into the Maybach nervously and left the place.

blank because she had yet to recover from the initial shock of

just to make sure that

was seated beside her, and he spoke to Daniel through the car window, “Let’s

The car windows were tinted, and so the two of them were left with a private and isolated space. The prince-like hubby, who seemed especially respectable earlier, started making a move

prominent, fair hand extended unexpectedly toward her collar. Joe had sent Sophia for a shower in the hotel before coming over, and so she had her best clothes on. The pink knee-length dress made her tanned skin appear even darker. The size did not fit

dress in disgust and exposed her white undergarment, which was so worn it had specks of lint. He stared at it

are

had been living on the streets. She was in shock and scared simultaneously because she was afraid that the man was a psychopath. Alarm bells

our marriage certificate? I brought along my household registry and

figured she’d feel better after procuring a

did not answer her; instead, he spoke directly to the man in a black suit who was driving the car, “Hale,

changed its direction and sped toward the Civil Affairs

his attack on Sophia by

facial features were delicate and pretty. She had large eyes with double eyelids, a tiny pair of lips, and a pretty

a shriveled

suspicions to have a girl without any background by my side. Besides,

adjusted her clothes while following her hubby from behind. She checked to make sure that it was the Civil Affairs Bureau before going

city twenty years ago to work for two years. Then, she returned to her village looking fabulous, and rumors had it that she became a mistress of a coal business owner in the city. Furthermore, her mother gave birth to her out of

15 before chasing her out of the house. Hence, her household registry was based on the address of her grandfather’s

someone important. Hale had already evacuated the place before they entered the Civil Affairs Bureau. There were only staff members left in the bureau’s main hall, and they

took a photograph, and procured their marriage certificate. She obtained the marriage certificate in one go. Upon receiving the red certificate

he’s only 13 years

ceremony or anyone’s blessings, and she didn’t have any friends and family around her. She held onto the red marriage certificate booklet fresh from the oven while scanning it several times. It was her name and photograph, indeed. Her hubby stood tall and elegant beside her, and he looked

if she might have had a fake marriage, and so she pinched her thigh

private for now because it’s not convenient for me

starve, and it’s best if I can

into the car, and there was a fresh box of condoms available in

first time to happen in a car. Besides, there was another person at the driver’s side, and so she was

that Michael Fletcher is

whereas the other almost died in a car crash, and so he was labelled as a wife-jinxer. Furthermore, his identity as a public figure meant that everything he did would be scrutinized under a magnifying glass. When his dog lost all its fur due to a skin disease, the media stubbornly claimed that he jinxed his