My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia had made a mistake; she shouldn’t have taken that selfie with Claude the other day. Claude must’ve misunderstood her because of that selfie, and Sophia swore to God that she had only wanted to annoy Michael. She really had no feelings for Claude at all.

“Uh… Haha… Thank you…” She was embarrassed, but Claude had already made the soup and brought it over. It wouldn’t do for her to just turn it down, so she laughed awkwardly as she took the soup in her hands.

That jerk of a boy, Nathan, didn’t even call her his mother anymore. Any time someone came over, he’d call her a distant cousin; he had even vanished without a trace, leaving only Stanley behind while he watched his drama and stroked the cat. However, Nathan wasn’t the reason why the atmosphere at the moment was so awkward.

“I don’t think it’s that convenient for you to move your hands—let me feed you.” In a gentle manner, Claude opened up the container of soup, scooped up a spoonful and blew on it slightly before bringing it up to Sophia’s mouth.

If it hadn’t been for the military uniform he had on, Sophia wouldn’t have associated him with the Fletchers. He primarily did clerical work in the army, so when he reined in his dominating aura, he looked rather polite and soft.

“No, no… I can’t let you go all that extra mile for me. I’ll feed myself, yeah…” Sophia hastily took the spoon while carefully making sure that she didn’t make any physical contact with Claude.

Sophia had only eaten a few spoonfuls of soup when she felt her face burn; perhaps the soup was too hot. Between sips of soup, she would look up at Claude and see him smile at her. That smile was truly gentle and pretty.

What a beautiful man!

His lovely eyes gazed at Sophia while he smiled gently again. Sophia’s face reddened even more, and the air was unusually tense.

She looked at Stanley from the corner of her eyes. Hey there, stupid—why aren’t you bailing me out of here?

Stanley didn’t understand Sophia’s wishes at all. To him, Claude was practically a wimp. How could he possibly be a match against Michael? Michael already had his claws in Sophia; if Claude thought that he could worm his way in, then he was still years away from actually being able to do it! Sophia was fated to be with Michael forever! If Sophia wouldn’t even take a second look at Stanley, how would she take a shine to this wimp named Claude?

The large ginger cat seemed to have heard Sophia’s prayers as it wriggled out of Stanley’s arms and plodded its chubby body over into Claude’s arms.

“Hm? This cat is adorable. Is he yours?” Claude asked as he held the cat.

my dad. His name

Chrysanthemum…

When one factored in his

stroked him before he made

“Wow, he’s heavy.”

right at Sophia,

you wanted to bring your cat over to stay with you at the hospital during my

palm; Chrysanthemum reached over

his gaze, his eyes tender as his slender fingers stroked Chrysanthemum’s orange fur. “Easy now, Chrysanthemum. If you get any fatter,

him

some cat food along with him when he heard that I was going to bring my cat over!

for Michael, that didn’t stop

her phone rang at the most inopportune time. She

stage of their relationship; and ‘Darling’ when their relationship became more passionate. Now that their relationship had hit several rocks, he was ‘Jerk’. It was as though these names were bearing witness to the

sight of that name, rage burned within

He should have done so earlier! What a

pick it up like that. She deliberately

it? I’m

Maria to pack your things. I’ll be there in twenty

had an arrogant, kingly tone to his voice which made Sophia weak in the knees. He didn’t even utter anything else, simply hanging right

several days, all she received was a phone call which did not even last