My Dreamy Old Husband

There were far too many people who wanted to see Quinton, so Sophia’s class still had to line up when they visited him. The class representatives had all settled on a timetable, and Sophia’s class would have to wait until tomorrow to visit Quinton. Since it happened to be a Saturday, they needn’t attend class. Everyone agreed to meet Quinton in the afternoon.

Sophia felt that she couldn’t visit him without bringing a gift at the very least. When she got home, she took a look at the pantry and found that they had pretty much everything in there. In particular, they had a ton of eel along with a lot of exotic meats.

Michael had a particular palate and was fond of unusual meats; frogs, eel, and the likes were all his favorites. Sophia was traumatized by her time in the kitchen, so she usually did not dare to step into it. Today, she made a sudden foray into the kitchen but didn’t find anything that she wanted, so she got the butler to call up the farm outside of the city to send two free-range chickens over.

Michael had his own farm out of the city with a huge variety of crops planted there. There were plenty of fish ponds and pig pens, and he even had many other types of livestock living there.

When Saturday came around, Sophia stepped into the kitchen after breakfast.

At long last, she had stepped into the kitchen!

Michael would always be informed of every single thing while he was abroad, even the most mundane matters like Sophia getting her period. Maria would have to immediately report it all.

Michael opened the CCTV feed in his house while abroad. Just as Maria had reported, he saw Sophia entering the kitchen as she began to prep the chickens by boiling some water before she slaughtered them solemnly. She then got around to plucking them and washing the poultry.

Was she going to cook them? Who was she cooking for? Why did she suddenly think of cooking some chicken today?

Michael never saw her enter the kitchen while they were home; yet, here she was today!

Feeling immensely threatened by this thousands of miles away, Michael phoned Nathan in a haste.

“Your mom is cooking something for another kid!”

Nathan, who was in the midst of gaming, felt immensely threatened by this piece of information. Rushing into the kitchen to check on Sophia, he saw that she had already cleaned the chickens after slaughtering them, tossing the meat into a clay pot along with a bunch of other ingredients. She set it to a high boil before turning it down to a low simmer.

Sophia couldn’t be bothered to make instant noodles on a regular day; why was she stewing chicken now?

Nathan frowned. He thought that things weren’t as simple as it seemed on the surface, so he would have to continue observing the situation.

tablet and logged into Skype. Taylor’s fan group had been very active today; fans in the group had come crawling

typed, ‘It’s going to be Taylor’s birthday in a few more days. Shouldn’t

comes to celebrities; we should only give as much as we’re able to. Whatever you give is a mark of sincerity, and the most important thing here is the feelings

discussing among themselves. Wealthier fans wanted to give Taylor jewelry, clothing, shoes, and even a month’s worth of advertisements at public transport spaces; fans who weren’t as

be Michael’s birthday soon? It seemed like there were a few more days

get him a present

didn’t know what to get

she didn’t know whether

ever since she joined, but she would actively leap at any fan activity. She contributed monetarily most of the time, such as the time she donated some money

in the cinemas. Michael’s films were still

give, so I booked out ten showings. I’ve handed the tickets over to the moderators; please ask them if you want

in the group were whipped into a

an official fanclub—it was just a group set up by fans. The moderators were hardcore Taylor fans who had been following him for years now; they were all willing and

knew that she and the fans were

other fans who didn’t have money to spare had no choice

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stack of writing paper. Then, she spread the items on the table and whipped out a bottle of blue ink that

her studies seriously, Sophia’s penmanship was great. Elegant cursive letters looped themselves neatly on the paper in a straight line; as

pen made soft scratching noises as it zipped across the paper. Soon, she filled out an

at the purple wisteria creeping up outside the window and suddenly giggled to herself. Her face flushed a gentle pink as she

behind her as he watched her write, and an ominous sense of foreboding welled up within him. He immediately caught sight of one of the neatly written lines which wrote,

of the room in fear and quickly typed

a love

blankly at the message,