My Dreamy Old Husband
Chapter 133
Apart from the Fletchers, she was probably the first student who did not receive any negative reviews.
The class representative sighed. Upon hearing that, the excited discussion earlier ceased and everyone suddenly became silent as they remembered Sophia. It was almost time for the lecture to start, but she was nowhere to be seen. What’s wrong? Has she been expelled?
The classroom, which was loud earlier, suddenly became deadly silent.
Suddenly, a voice rang. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t there any sound?”
Everyone rushed to her. “Sophia! You’re here!”
“Gosh, Sophia, this isn’t a dream, is it? You’re indeed here!”
“Where have you been for the past few days?”
Upon facing everyone’s questions, she did not reply to them and merely said, “Don’t worry, I haven’t been expelled. I’ll be studying with you in the future!”
As everyone surrounded Sophia, they began to chat with each other happily. The cohort seemed to have experienced a unity that never existed before. When everyone gathered, there seemed to be no difference between an average student and an elite student. At least they were one in that moment.
“Here, Sophia, this is for you.” The class representative passed the last copy of Company 49’s group photograph with Michael to Sophia. Looking at the image of her being edited into the picture, a warm feeling flowed through her heart.
News of her return spread like wildfire around the campus and everyone came to their lecture hall to take a peek at her before a live video soon appeared on the university’s forum.
the military credit score, they were aware that it would not be long until she was
fact that Faye was undergoing a rhinoplasty to fix her crooked nose as a result of being punched. The surgery was rather difficult and
it sounded like Faye was on the brink of death and could die at any
landed herself in big trouble. Sooner or later, she would be expelled and the public was merely
Sophia would still show up on campus and deliberately called Faye to report this and
Faye was heartbroken, yelling, “Sophia Edwards! I will never forgive her! Never! I want her to disappear from this world,
from Faye’s tone, she could not wait to devour Sophia alive. No matter what,
had been saying that Sophia would not be able to be in Bayside University for a long time. However, as the main character of the rumors, nothing seemed to have affected her. She continued to attend lectures on a daily basis and ride away on her Yamaha bike once
at Audistin had already concluded, but he went to different locations to film other scenes. Since he wouldn’t be returning
again, making her stand out from the crowd. On every occasion that she appeared, there were guys who looked in her
issues. Whoever became involved with her would be dragged into the mess
would be seen hanging out with Nathan, but apart from him, she was never close with
everyone had
was constantly alone whereas Xyla and him were always together. They would arrive on campus together and head home together. No matter what class they had enrolled in, they clung together like a pair of
at the hospital, so the promised charity birthday party organized by the Harper Family
he went to Sophia’s lecture hall everyday to
weather in November had gradually turned cold. Wearing a white sleeveless top made from rabbit fur, Xyla held onto Richard’s arm as she
became impatient and annoyed, but Xyla said in a kindhearted yet naive tone, “Richard, let’s wait for a while more. The incidents that occured between the three of us were rather unhappy, so we need to straighten things out with her. Otherwise, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. Since we’re getting
About My Dreamy Old Husband - Chapter 133
My Dreamy Old Husband is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter 133 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 133 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com