My Dreamy Old Husband

In terms of skills or punches, both men were almost on the same level. One of them was always the first in the family while the other always came second, and the psychological gap between them showed. Joel had always pushed himself to his limits and his achievements were impossible for his peers to attain.

He had everything he wanted but he still felt he was still overwhelmed by Michael. He was unwilling to lose! As for Michael, he purely wanted to beat Joel up. It had nothing to do with Irene, Sophia, or what happened that day. He just didn’t like him!

With a whack, Michael was punched so hard that his nose started to bleed. Then, with a bash, Joel’s eye was bruised.

Sophia was so afraid that she quickly sobered up. Unfortunately, Harry held her down tightly and wouldn’t allow her to interfere with their fight. All of a sudden, the door was pushed open and Irene walked in.

In his moment of hesitation, Joel punched Michael before kicking him away. Immediately, Irene rushed over and helped Joel up, who was beaten up really badly. She was so distressed that she was about to break into tears. “Joel, why did you do that…”

Meanwhile, Sophia slipped under Harry’s arm and escaped his grip. She helped Michael up and looked at his handsome features, face swollen and nose bleeding. “We were having such a good time; why did you two have to end up fighting?”

Joel got up to his feet and wiped away the blood under his nose. Even though he looked angry, he said to Michael, “Mike, your martial art skills are as strong as back then. Thank you for going easy on me.” Michael wiped his bleeding nose and replied, “Likewise.”

around and glanced at Michael meaningfully. He lowered his head, looking at the bruises on his fists before limping forward to take a seat. Meanwhile, Sophia was so shocked she was about to cry. She simply couldn’t understand how they suddenly got

badly that his eyes were swollen and there was a steady stream of blood flowing down from his nose to his chin. He quickly took his shirt and carelessly wiped

a sobbing Sophia, Michael’s lips curled into a smile.

breaks something? Seeing the tearful appearance of his chica, Michael finally realized that he had made a mistake. I am indeed drunk from all the hard liquor. I’m already way past the age of fighting and fooling around but when I saw Joel, I couldn’t help but feel the urge

his hand and whispered, “It’s okay, Chica. Stop crying.

his clothes and his sunglasses to cover up his bruised eyes. With that, he walked out and got in the car. Meanwhile, Harry carried

own ways. Leaving the restaurant, they went directly to the hospital.

as tears kept streaming down her face. It wasn’t until the examination ended and the doctor came over with a thick report to tell her that Michael only had external injuries did she feel reassured. Michael, on the other hand, didn’t think it was a big deal. He

in the army, and after he retired from the army, he didn’t stop fighting either. Whenever he acted in action movies, he never used stand-ins and personally fought with the professionals to ensure his body remained fit. To him,

On the way home, Sophia didn’t say a single word to him. It was obvious that she was really mad. She kept the car window rolled down, letting the wind blow her face. The wind from outside the

the traffic outside the window, there seemed to be an unresolved worry in her gaze. In fact, she caught sight of the hesitation and doubt in Michael’s eyes when Irene entered the room earlier. She saw it all. However, she also knew that Michael couldn’t forget about Irene. The reason he fought with Joel was not because what happened that day, let alone herself. Instead, it was

upset Sophia was, he quickly checked his conscience and recalled everything he had done that day. Realizing the mistakes he had made, he scooted over and held Sophia in his arms. “What’s the matter, Chica? Are you angry at me?”