My Dreamy Old Husband

What kind of little secret was it that couldn’t see the light of day? Were there any other little secrets that he wasn’t allowed to know?!

Nathan followed her hastily and said, “I want to come along as well!”

In truth, Nathan just wanted to see who Sophia was going to show that ‘little secret’ to!

Ever since the Phantom Wolf incident, Sophia had become far more alert. Today, she deliberately got Hale to drive her over while Gemma tagged along.

“Hale, please stop by the post office for a bit.”

Hale stopped outside of the post office. Sophia got out of the car and bought some stamps before pasting them onto the envelope and mailing it.

Nathan watched and silently memorized the address on the envelope. It was an address in their city, but she hadn’t put down her own address as the sender.

Once she mailed the letter off, Sophia blissfully trotted back to the car and continued her journey.

She kept looking out of the window throughout the drive, her thoughts constantly on the love letter from earlier. She wondered if Michael would end up seeing it. However, she knew that he wouldn’t get to read that letter; it would probably be headed straight for the bin instead. Sophia had prepared for the letter to not be read, so she did not leave any identifying personal details in it.

The letter was posted directly to the administrator of the fan group she was in. The administrator would pack up all the gifts the fans had sent in and hand them over to Imperial Entertainment, which was Taylor’s managing company; whether he would actually see it depended on his luck right now.

Even though she knew it wasn’t possible for him to read it, Sophia still felt that she hadn’t written the letter for nothing. She had at least written it, and it even took up three sheets of paper for a total of three full pages.

She was so lost in the romanticness of her love letter that she didn’t notice the alert looks everyone else in the car was giving her.

Defcon! Major alert! Code red!

When Michael got to know about this from across the ocean, he was working by the beach. He was so panicked by it that he nearly leaped into the water and swam straight home.

“Find out who that person is for me; not only that, castrate him immediately!”

had bags of various sizes in their hands filled with everything from supplements to fruits. Sophia laughed and chatted with everyone as she entered the residential area with

You’ve made some soup too. I

vegetable soup

students who decided to bring soup—and fancier soup at that. There was borscht, beef and wine

university overseas, and he was also the second son of Bayside City’s esteemed Clark

fortunate that his home was as spacious as it was, or else he wouldn’t be able to fit all the gifts inside. Another class had come by earlier this morning, and the housekeeper already placed the gifts neatly in the living room. The living

stacked with containers

being a handsome man, Quinton also had a pleasant personality to match. He had only been teaching at Bayside University for less than two years, but his

his were lethargic as he continued to recuperate in bed. Everyone knew that he had to rest,

all that soup even if he ran a bath with it. Wouldn’t it be a waste for Sophia to

really displeased, still thinking about the chicken soup even after they had long

of presents now that Sophia and her classmates had left. Quinton got up from his bed, his frail body clad in a plain set of white pajamas. He made his way to the table filled with containers of soup, reaching out a pale hand to grab a grey container. The delicious aroma of chicken soup greeted him when he twisted the lid open, and Quinton’s pale face perked up

leaving Quinton’s home. He was still thinking about that

car after visiting Quinton. “Where do you want to go next, Miss Edwards?”

at the caller ID and realized that it was Stanley. His weak voice drifted out of the speakers as soon as she answered the call. “Oh, you and

was unamused. He had only hurt his leg; who

coming over. Are you still in

his tone was still as weak as a whisper. “I’m home already. Come to the military compound,

Stanley did injure his leg because of her. She had no choice but to answer,

Hale, “Drive us to Stanley’s

began driving in

only just hung up on Stanley when her second phone rang. This phone was reserved for contacting her clan members, but Stanley was the only one who knew that number. As expected, the caller ID flashing

his limp and lethargic tone earlier as he said, “Sirius! Where have

die? Didn’t he say that he

I’m on the way to see him now; I’ll come online