My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 413

Meanwhile, an unprecedented war took place in the master bedroom, from the bed, to the carpet, the balcony, the shower, the dressing room, the gym, the bathroom…

When Sophia woke up the next day, she felt that her body wasn’t her own. Her head hurt; her teeth hurt; her tongue hurt; even her hips, butt, chest, stomach, and legs hurt. It hurt even to go to the toilet.

She was like a robot that was seldom used, and the sudden exertion forced her rusty parts to screech against each other painfully, but she wasn’t allowed the time to get used to it.

Last night, Michael had practically been like a beast as he took her. So vicious he was in his conquest that they ended up going through quite a few condoms. Sitting up was painful, and standing up was painful, not to mention lying down on her back, her front, or even on her side.

Sophia wished she was dead as she pressed a pillow to her belly, sobbing quietly with her face buried in another pillow as she regretted her choice—she shouldn’t have challenged a beast and its nature.

Michael woke up at last. Turning over to lie on his side, he looked at her before asking in an amused way, “You going to ignore me?”

“Nope, nope.” Sophia’s weak voice made its way over from the pillow.

“Was last night a thrill?”

“Yes, yes! Couldn’t be any more thrilling!”

“I handed over half a month’s worth of seed in last night’s session. Are you moved by that?”

 

Sophia was currently as timid as a new bride. “Yes…”

and ruffled

 

now had more meat on her bones, which made her look even cuter. Now that her little face was now a bit longer and mature, she had gained the

and she was shrimpy. Her skin was sickly pale as she sat at a desk piled high with books, dressed in her fading uniform, a pen in one hand and her other hand propping up her cheek while she looked out of

was she thinking then? Perhaps she was wondering what to eat for lunch, or maybe she was wondering what she would do if she got into Bayside University. Even so, there was still a hint of joy and carefreeness by her brows. She might have been plain,

could already see this girl’s specialness just with that look in her eyes. It was the same look his mother had

then, and Elizabeth Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped away from a while back, becoming a globally renowned actress. She was

he listened to her song, he immersed himself in her enthralling voice that was filled with a myriad emotions, as

she finished her performance, he weaved through her crowd of admirers to

whoever they set their eyes on. They

and the people around

Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross

‘accident’ occured, the so-called ‘love’ between them crumbled so easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had been the

Sophia in that photo, he wanted to protect her and hold up the sky for this fragile yet strong girl with his own warm hands, to build a space that was like a sacred land

grey coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her, giving her a space

bite on her butt, so light

he got up and drank some water before getting into the shower. As he washed himself, he even sang a song to express the delight he felt after a night’s romp. “You’re my lover, a lass like a rose. With your fiery lips, my soul

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