My Dreamy Old Husband

Curse it all! Even I had never gotten to kiss Sophia. How dare this loser touch my girl! Richard thought.

Much to his surprise, Xyla stopped him in the middle of his charge. “Richard, don’t! Don’t do it! Sophia is now dating Stanley. It’s not the time for us to tear her apart!”

Richard did his best to clamp down on the rage boiling inside. He felt as though his life was crumbling apart. He never expected his own woman would kiss another man in front of him! He felt absolutely betrayed in that instant.

Xyla eyed the furious Richard and Sophia, who had been ‘caught in the act’. Schadenfreude danced in her eyes.

Sophia, let’s just see how you’re going to seduce Richard in the future!

Sophia’s heart jumped in surprise when she caught sight of Richard glaring mutinously at her as she was kissing Michael passionately.

Oh, that look in his eyes! While she didn’t mind it, she had no interest in acting out a kiss in front of her ex-boyfriend. Besides, she was kissing Michael; it was better for this to be done at home behind closed doors.

She pushed Michael lightly. “Hubby, I’m hungry. Let’s go home.”

Michael pecked her on her lips lovingly. “Sure.”

That moment he lowered his head was practically a moment when he oozed pure handsomeness with nothing else; such perfectly defined lines with an extraordinary beauty and mysteriousness!

Sophia’s face burned. She then took Nathan’s hand and headed outside with Michael.

followed them in displeasure. He watched on helplessly as Sophia and that loser ‘Stanley’ smiled and chatted before leaving right from his sight. ‘Stanley’ even had an arm wrapped around Sophia’s shoulders. The two of them were no different from any couple

It’s lucky that you found out about her tendency to shift targets in time. It would have been a disaster if she had

won’t tear her to pieces for now. Once we’ve

kick her ruthlessly

home. She couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to see if her ex had sent some weird message to her again, for example, ‘Sophia, I never thought that you’re that kind of person.’ Or maybe it could be something like,

there was nothing. On the contrary, Richard had sent this instead. ‘Sophia, I had miscalculated during today’s match. I hadn’t expected Stanley to be able

probably waiting for her, ‘Joel’s mistress’, to whisper in Joel’s ear and figure out a way to marry Kayla

The Harpers would probably be sharpening their knives to slaughter the goose

she had stayed up overnight helping him with the homework that he hadn’t gotten right. She had then sacrificed her rest to help tutor him, but he ended up

had in mind

her phone to the side and began to focus on Michael’s dashing good looks. Sometimes, the difference between people was even greater than the difference between a person

had posted pictures from the basketball match earlier. Michael had been

exactly the same as a young lad in his late teens. It was so dewy

him when she got to her thirties; that would be

pretended to study seriously. Her eyes followed that sturdy body for a long while until the bathroom door interrupted her line of sight. It was only then that

had many gay friends, she felt that her

face was absurdly beautiful or anything. There were many more ladies who were prettier and wealthier than she was, and Michael had been showbiz for years. The number of gorgeous women he had met had to outnumber all the meals she had eaten throughout her life. He was the crush of millions of

married her for some other reason. At any rate, he hadn’t done it

wrapped up in her head. One moment she would be thinking of which kindergarten that their child would be sent to, and the next moment she would be wondering the

people were asking