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.

and read as she watched the stove. After reading for a while, she picked up her tablet and logged into Skype. Taylor’s fan group had been very active today; fans in the group had come crawling out of the woodworks

administrator typed, ‘It’s going to be Taylor’s birthday in

give as much as we’re able to.

clothing, shoes, and even a month’s worth of advertisements at public transport spaces; fans who weren’t as well-off wanted to

seemed like there were a few more

I get him a present

didn’t know what to

know

actively leap at any fan activity. She contributed monetarily most of the time, such as the time she donated some money to help

screenings in the cinemas. Michael’s films were still in theaters, so she booked out ten venues

give, so I booked out ten showings. I’ve handed the tickets

were whipped into a frenzy, their heads spinning from

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 eager to organize events for him without getting

the moderators. While she knew that she and the fans were doing this, Michael

other fans who didn’t have money to spare had

Taylor. It’s a scene from one of

a fan

sang something

gifts they had prepared for Taylor. She sat there blankly for a while before rushing upstairs, taking out a fountain pen and a stack of writing paper. Then, she spread the items on the table and whipped out a bottle of blue ink that smelled of

penmanship was great. Elegant cursive letters looped themselves neatly on the paper in a straight line; as neat as her writing was, it could be mistaken for a

noises as it zipped across the paper. Soon, she

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

of foreboding welled up within him.

room in fear

writing a love

blankly at the