My Dreamy Old Husband

Tired from overworking himself, Michael had immediately rushed over as soon as he stepped off the plane. He had his sunglasses and mask on as he placidly carried Sophia over his shoulders down the hospital corridor under the strange looks of everyone there. As Sophia yelled at him from the ‘burrito’, he patted her butt and said, “Quiet down. It’s embarrassing.”

“So you do know that it’s embarrassing! If it’s embarrassing to you, then put me down right this instant! Now!” Sophia kicked her feet like an angry little critter, but she reined in her strength since she was worried about injuring Michael.

Michael strode down the corridor quickly. He was about to enter the elevator when Claude and Stanley finally came charging over from behind. “Who are you? Let her go!”

Michael looked back to glance at Claude. He seemed to be part of the Fletchers, and Michael had seen him before in one of Sophia’s Instagram stories. However, the Fletcher Family was huge; there were far too many Fletchers for him to remember. Coupled with the fact that he hadn’t visited home in over ten years, he couldn’t recognize many of them anymore. He gave a cold snort and carried Sophia into the elevator.

Claude nearly went mad. “Who was that? Why did he suddenly show up to take Sophia?”

Stanley had no idea how to answer that. He had promised Michael that he’d keep his lips sealed about his relationship with Sophia. Otherwise, Michael would pull his investments. Stanley steeled himself to answer. “Uh… That was Sophia’s father! You better not get on his bad side!”

It was only then did Claude stop his pursuit, but worry came over him instantly. “Sophia’s father? Does that mean he doesn’t approve of us being together?”

Of course he disapproves of you! Stanley knew that he would have to weave a bigger net of lies now that he had told one, so he quickly answered, “That’s right. Her dad’s an eccentric one, you know? Sophia’s still young and in university, so her dad doesn’t approve of her dating at this stage of her life. You shouldn’t see her after this.”

Claude remained silent before leaving in a hurry. How would Sophia still be around by the time he left the hospital?

he saw Michael zooming over. Michael shoved Sophia roughly in the car, grumbling as he did so, “You’ve

spacious backseat when she was shoved inside before

came over with a reluctant Nathan. Nathan was unwilling to leave, so Gary had him secured with one arm under his

over with all her strength. Michael stood by the door after Gemma plopped the cat into his arms, weighing this heavy lump of fur. “You’re the fattest.” He then tossed Sophia’s cat into the car before getting in himself. Once the door was shut, Hale floored

clad in her hospital gown. Michael followed her with the ginger cat in one arm, wrapping his free arm around her. “Are you angry? Why aren’t you talking now, hm? Is it because I said that you’re fat? Is that why

had gotten her to stay in the hospital longer because he wanted to match-make her with the Fletchers. She

months pregnant now. Do you have the heart to just leave her alone

been ten days since Faye posted the picture with the

ones of marriage. Later on, they had supposedly been married in secret for some time now, and some of the rumors even claimed that their child was already

kid with her is named Lucas Fletcher, and the both of you came up with that name for your one-year-old. You even bought a mansion in Europe that’s worth a million! It’s also said that the kid’s godfather is a member of the British Royal Family, and the kid’s practically

blame the media; she blamed Michael for not even sending a word to her even though he knew she’d get sad, and for not calling her to explain himself! Even though he was busy, it wouldn’t have cost him anything to get someone to call her on his behalf! He just didn’t care about

soup would be the cause of everything. It was just some soup, yet the entertainment reporters managed to create enough material

breaks to finish shooting his parts in Africa smoothly so that he

been so busy the past few days that he didn’t even have the time to take a breather. Every day, he would sleep for only two or three hours, and he lacked the time to keep up with news online. Besides, the cell phone reception

was outside, and he’d have to return to the hotel just to connect to a weak Wi-Fi signal; he truly had no idea about all those rumors. More importantly,