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.

from any couple on campus. The only thing that differed was the little

of this. She pulled on Richard’s arm and consoled him. “Richard, don’t be mad. Let’s all get along now. It’s lucky that you found out about her tendency to shift targets in time. It would have been a disaster

and retracted his bone-chilling gaze. “I won’t tear her to

ruthlessly to the side

car and returned 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

instead. ‘Sophia, I had miscalculated during today’s match. I hadn’t

interrogating me or ripping into me? Sophia had a vague idea of Richard’s scheming. They were probably waiting for her, ‘Joel’s mistress’, to whisper in Joel’s ear and figure out

and the Fletchers would be united. The Harpers would probably be sharpening their knives

the homework that he hadn’t gotten

exactly what her ex had

to the side and began to focus on Michael’s dashing good looks. Sometimes, the difference

hastily logged into the Bayside University forums. Just as she thought, others had posted pictures from the basketball match earlier. Michael had been the subject

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

be like him when she got to her thirties; that would be

pair of boxers. She then immediately switched off her computer and 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 she retracted her gaze, but her mind kept conjuring up weird thoughts, such as musings about what her future child with Michael would

that Michael had many gay friends, she felt that her existence was

rich, and it wasn’t like 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

some other reason. At any rate, he hadn’t done

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 type of men that Michael liked. All of this

people were asking