My Dreamy Old Husband

On the other side, Sophia glanced subconsciously at Nathan, who was playing with the Fletchers children at the sandpit outside of the door. Her heart ached for him.

In the end, Old Master Fletcher turned to the page with Stanley on it. He started the introduction with key points, “This is Stan, and he is even more capable. He has a keen eyesight; he never missed when he used to shoot birds with a slingshot when he was still a child. He used to be a sniper in the military.

In fact, he is able to lock onto a target within 3 seconds before killing the target in one shot! He has the best marksmanship amongst all my great-grandchildren. He is not only proficient in all kinds of firearms; he is even skilled at using the bow and arrow. Look at this picture; isn’t he cool? Tsk-tsk. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Stan has a perfect score in hitting his targets.

It’s a pity that he doesn’t like being in the army. He left the military together with his uncle to join so-called Esports. He isn’t interested in shooting a real gun in real life, but he enjoys shooting in a game. He plays ‘Counter-Strike’ and something called ‘Crossfire’. Isn’t that shooting with a gun?! Recently, he even participated in an Esports World Championship.

Sophia remained silent while listening to Old Man Fletcher praising Stanley. After he was done with the high praises, she turned the photo album to a page with Michael on it. “Old Master Fletcher, tell me stories about Taylor.”

Old Man Fletcher was even more talkative at the mention of Michael. He started going on about Michael in an eager manner, as if he was reiterating tales from the revolutionary period.

On Sunday night, Hale came over to pick Sophia and Nathan up. Old Man Fletcher seemed reluctant to let them go. “Sophie, drop by whenever you are free!”

Sophia nodded. “Of course.”

I will always drop by as long as Old Man Fletcher doesn’t toss me to Stanley.

While staring after Sophia and Nathan as they left, Old Man Fletcher mumbled to himself, “Is it true that the girl isn’t a Mitchell….”

Michael had not returned by the time they both arrived home. Sophia started going through the drawers once she arrived home. It’s not in the bedroom, nor is it in the study. I’m not sure where it is.

“What are you looking for?” Nathan stood behind her while staring at her sweating from the exertion of searching for an unknown object.

Sophia answered him, “Kids like you won’t understand.”

“Hmph!” Nathan snorted coldly.

picture of my

got home, Sophia had already showered

Sophia seemed hesitant to tell him something. She looked as

“Chica, what is it?”

head emerged from underneath the quilt while she stared at him earnestly. However, she immediately used the blanket to cover her

is going

I want to see him in military attire. However, how could I possibly voice

putting his pants on. He left the room, and when he returned after a while, he

peeked out of the blanket, and she saw Michael entering the room with a large dictionary in his hands. “Dear,

getting underneath the blanket. He turned on the bedside lamp while explaining, “This is

photo album! It’s the sequel to that

sat up immediately. She scooted over to

attire!

to the first page of the photo album. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, just so that she could

glue onto the photo album. She flipped to the first page eagerly,

the photographs when he moved. Those pictures should all be here. This photo album has pictures

in the rest of the pictures. There

is a photograph with Michael and his family of four in this photo album. There is also a picture of a

Celine Fletcher, and a handful of childhood friends. The period after he’s 18 years old is the time I am anticipating. These are all photos with Michael in military attire. He is alone in some pictures, but there are also

extremely young and refreshing in the photos. His ruby red lips and dazzling white teeth, coupled with

explained each photo to Sophia. “This is a picture of me when I was 20 years old. I was a freshman in Bayside University’s military training, positioned as a drill instructor in Company 28. Look, this is Quinton Clark, the professor in the course you are

my older sister and Justin. In this picture, I was transferred to the military song and dance ensemble. This is when

was holding the bundle of joy tightly in his arms while grinning ear-to-ear. In the end,

exceptionally happy. Their brightest and most beautiful smiles were captured in that moment. Unfortunately,