My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia ate her lunch in low spirits that afternoon. Furthermore, the wound left on her ankle by the laser scar removal had been aching a little, which was accompanied by some redness and swelling.

Having no appetite, she stopped eating after having only two mouthfuls of food. She then said sullenly, “I’m full already.”

Since this morning, Michael had noticed that his pretty, young wife seemed quite unhappy. Was it because of the matter about the Phantom Wolf? No, his instincts told him that it wasn’t the case.

He turned to look at Nathan, who looked at him in return. Staring at each other in silence, the father and son seemed to be communicating via telepathy once again.

She turned on her computer sullenly and stared at the game’s interface. Suddenly, she recalled something and went downstairs to the storeroom located in the basement.

The entire basement was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items. There were many things in the storeroom, including Michael’s two cases of condoms, a great pile of cosmetics that Sophia had bought earlier, and toy cars that Nathan no longer played with.

Sophia searched the storeroom for a while and found the suitcase she had brought with her when she first came. The suitcase was worn, and it couldn’t be locked with a passcode. Her grandmother had brought it back home while collecting recyclable garbage back then. It was old but solid, and it worked well.

This small suitcase had accompanied her for many years. Sophia had brought it with her when she attended junior high and high school; when she was expelled from Riverdale High School in the end, she also took it with her. She had lived in Duckburgs with this suitcase, and she brought it with her when she came to live with Michael.

She opened the suitcase to see several pieces of clothing lying quietly inside. These were the clothes she had brought with her back then; she had worn them for several years, and many of them were gifts from her classmates. Lying quietly among these clothes was a set of neatly-folded Riverdale High School’s uniform. Inside the ziplock bag was a pair of used sneakers which she had worn for three years. They were old and worn out, but they were impeccably clean.

This old leather suitcase had been dumped here ever since she came to live with Michael. She never used its contents again, for her past seemed to have been buried along with this well-worn suitcase; the suitcase’s disuse represented her farewell to her former self.

plastic bag, and she opened it to see a small stack of banknotes inside. These banknotes were old and tattered since they had been used several years ago; such a version of banknotes was probably impossible

contained over ten banknotes in denominations of one cent, five cents, ten cents, twenty cents, one buck, and two

no idea how much garbage her grandmother had collected just to save these five bucks; her grandmother had saved the money little by little just

had come into contact with back then were of one cent, two cents, ten cents, twenty cents, one buck, and two bucks. Now that Sophia saw these banknotes once

it was the first time she had ever received such a huge sum of money in her life, and she kept them since she had no idea

was given

surged up within her. She felt as though she was still her former self—the self whom she thought had

counted the banknotes for more than half an hour before leaving the storeroom in satisfaction. After that,

in pink Foxy pajamas with his hood on, he pressed his lips

of the New Year, so wasn’t it a little too late to say ‘Happy New

his hand from behind his back to show a bulging red packet in it. He said, “Come—this is your New Year

Weren’t New Year presents given to

gifted by her Lord. She took the red

she said the words out loud, she was overwhelmed with regret—how could she reveal her inner fangirl?

around to enter his bedroom. Feeling content, he

packet on the fourth day of the New Year. She went downstairs to have breakfast with the heavy red packet in

surprise, she opened the red packet not to find glistening red banknotes of a hundred bucks as she had expected, but a stack of old