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…”

out and ruffled her sweaty

 

clearly grown, and she now had more meat on her bones, which

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

University. Even so, there was still a hint of joy and carefreeness by

It was the same look his mother had when

then, and Elizabeth Murray had gone back to the spotlight that she had stepped

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

soul through her song; all the loneliness, her strength, and her elegance. When she finished her performance, he weaved through her crowd of admirers to stand before her and told her, “I like

they set their eyes on. They would end up with whoever

and the people around him said that they would

while under Old Master Fletcher’s eyes. They never dared to cross that line. Always, he felt that there was something between him

them crumbled so easily. It was only then that he realized that their relationship had been the result of going along with what others thought.

sight of 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

coat while lying in his palm. He nurtured her, giving her a space for her to grow healthily, allowing

even a few light imprints of a bite on her butt, so light that they could

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

opened up the entertainment sites again. It was probably nine

were back up on the front pages, their articles soon becoming the most clicked-on articles within a few hours. On this day, an entertainment reporter made the long journey to Africa to interview Faye, asking her

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