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.

else. Sophia is looking for the tempting picture of my dad in military attire. I shall not

he got home, Sophia had already showered and tucked herself under the quilt while

noticed that Sophia seemed hesitant to tell him something. She looked as if she had something important to tell

“Chica, what is it?”

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

is

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

left the room, and when he returned after

she saw Michael entering the room with a

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

album! It’s the sequel to that

she sat up immediately. She scooted over to Michael to look at

military attire! The temptation of military

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, just so that she could come nearer to have a

flipped to the first page eagerly, but

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

the large group photo with them, they aren’t in the rest of the pictures. There is even a picture of Theo Fletcher and Elizabeth Murray. The other photo album has these too. These must be Michael’s most precious

four in this photo album. There is also a picture of a young Michael picking Stanley up.

was 18 years old, his best memories were of his parents, Old Master Fletcher, Celine Fletcher, and a handful of childhood friends. The period after he’s 18 years old is the time I am anticipating. These are

red lips and dazzling white teeth, coupled with

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

lieutenant in the Special Operations Squadron, whereas this is my older sister and Justin. In this picture, I was transferred to the military song and dance ensemble.

album, one page after another. In the end, they arrived at the page where Nathan was born. Michael was holding the bundle of joy tightly in his arms while grinning ear-to-ear. In the end, there was a group photo of the family of

and Justin were exceptionally happy. Their brightest and most beautiful smiles were captured in that