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

Chrysanthemum…

yellow and white stripes; it had a body with rolls of fat. When one factored in his long fur, the cat looked rather like a puffy dandelion whenever

and stroked him before he made a remark everyone made whenever they met the

“Wow, he’s heavy.”

stared right at Sophia, wanting to

over to stay with you at the hospital during my last visit, so I brought

his palm; Chrysanthemum

lowered his gaze, his eyes tender as his slender fingers stroked Chrysanthemum’s orange fur. “Easy

him while

He’s so tender toward cats! He’s so attentive as well! Claude even brought some cat food along with him when he heard

though she only had eyes for Michael, that

rang at the most

and ‘Darling’ when their relationship became more passionate.

the sight of that name, rage burned

been a long time coming! He should have done so earlier! What a d*uchebag of

just pick it up like that. She deliberately

it?

right to the chase. “Get Maria to pack your things.

in days, yet he already had an arrogant, kingly tone to his voice which made Sophia weak in the knees. He didn’t even utter

phone in disbelief. After waiting in agony for several days, all she received was a