My Dreamy Old Husband

The call was cut. Richard stood there stiffly with the phone for ages, despite no other sound coming from it, before finally putting it down.

“Perhaps it really isn’t Sophia who did it. She had just done a great deed for the Harpers. If she really wanted to do something to Kayla, she wouldn’t have helped out there,” Xyla said none too sincerely.

At that train of thought, Richard nodded in agreement. Kayla’s preconceptions of Sophia were already rooted deep into her. It wasn’t her first time lying about her. There was a high chance that things were actually like that this time. What if she had broken her own leg? Even when she caught a cold at home, Kayla still had to insist that Sophia put a curse on her. Besides, the police had come over to investigate earlier. They had checked the CCTVs nearby, and there was no proof that it was Sophia’s doing.

“Richard, relax. I’ll smooth things over with your mother. I won’t let her have the wrong idea about Sophia.”

At number 8, The Imperial, Sophia hung up her call with Richard. A plate of braised eel with the most appetizing aroma was already placed before her. Everyone was leaping for the chance to try the dish; after all, a man that had the hearts of millions of girls in his hands had cooked his signature dish for her for the first time. The moment the dish hit the table, Sophia immediately reached out to take a piece. He was indeed an expert on eel! Even the eel dish he made was extraordinarily delicious!

At this moment, Michael Fletcher carried Nathan—who was still in the middle of eating—out of the dining room and closed the door. When he came back, he brought a bottle of red wine with him. He then lit some candles.

Nathan immediately became mutinous from being locked out of the room. When he sat down again, Michael gracefully spread his napkin. “What’s your schedule for the next few days like now that you’ve finished your exams?”

“The campus winter basketball tournament will be held these few days. I’m a member of the university’s women’s basketball team, even if I’m just a substitute. There’s still a good chance that I’ll need to step up to the field.” Sophia’s words were unclear as she ate. She had signed up for numerous clubs and societies in order to avoid Michael back then; in fact, she had forgotten exactly how many she had put her name down for. At any rate, the basketball club had come knocking on her door to get her to play.

aspects of yourself. Girls should exercise more too. You’ll only be able to become stronger if you do a bit of exercise or

wine and then wiped his mouth. “Do you want me to root for you during the

I won’t be needed on the court anyway!” If Michael came to the tournament to cheer her on personally, her identity

day, however, she was freed from her torment and was able to eat such delicious food. It was even her first time eating an Adonis’s cooking. This was most likely

soft and adorable, making everyone feel like they couldn’t help but shower her with affection, but she looked so tiny. She really looked rather child-like. A thought suddenly struck him. “Who phoned you

broke my ex’s sister’s leg,

laughed. What a

mad that she went on a hunger strike, but even though she had stopped eating, none of the Harpers came to see her. One, the Harpers had a huge wreck to handle, and secondly, the Harpers had been gradually losing their trust in Kayla. They wanted to teach her a lesson so that she

know that you’re upset now that no one believes you, but I do. Still, that wretched Sophia is really impressive for having tricked both Richard and your parents into turning their backs on you. I spoke up for you yesterday, but Richard snapped at me. They were even talking about letting that little shrew

neither eating nor drinking. Having heard Xyla’s words, her eyes reddened out of sheer hatred. She couldn’t contain her tears as she gritted her teeth. “As long as I’m still here, that wretch had better not think about taking a

we do now? The entire family’s dancing in her palm from her lies now. No matter what we say, no one’s going to listen,”

my broken leg, but when I can finally leave this place, I will kill that

do something stupid. Listen to me and rest well so that you can recover. When you’re

talk me out of this. I must find the most efficient assassin to slice that b*tch up