My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 417

The meal went by awkwardly. Sophia kept her head down as she ate, all the while fully aware of every single one of her hairs standing on end as she thought that she should find some time to clarify things with Claude.

Everyone hastily gobbled their food, leaving Claude and Michael to talk to each other.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 27 this year, Sir.”

“An older man trying to snap up a younger woman. No go. What’s your zodiac sign?”

“I’m a Pisces, Sir.”

“Your signs aren’t compatible with each other. I don’t approve of this. What do you work as?”

“I’m part of the performance branch in the military…”

“That doesn’t bring in the money. You’re not getting my seal of approval! How tall are you?”

“1.81 meters.”

 

“Too short. No thank you.”

Claude’s head was beaded with sweat due to his anxiety. It was the first time he was eating with this strict potential future father-in-law.

 

Michael’s face was as frosty as a primordial glacier, making Claude look as though he was about to ravish the former’s girl.

Then, Claude gave Sophia some food. “Here, Sophia, eat this. You’ll be able to recover faster if you eat more.”

Michael smacked Claude’s fork away with his own fork. “She doesn’t like that.”

After that, Claude poured some juice for Sophia. “Here, have some.”

Again, Michael smacked Claude’s hand away. “She doesn’t like that juice.”

Even when faced with Michael’s deliberate sabotage, Claude remained even-tempered. He simply accepted things graciously. Even Harry was so moved by this ‘future son-in-law’ of Michael’s that he couldn’t resist putting in a word for him. “Hey old chap, this is Claude’s first visit here. Quit heckling him.”

last, but he still

did his best to adjust to Michael’s murderous stare. After all, he was about to take the girl that Michael had painstakingly raised all this while away. It was expected that Michael would antagonize him. When Claude thought about how Michael’s twenty year-old precious daughter was about to

behind to spend time with Michael. The whole party sat in the living room, unsure what to do. They either watched TV, patted the cat, or played with the dog; no

on the couch, his demeanor as cold as an iceberg. At the same time, Sophia didn’t dare to speak as she sat next to him, her eyes darting to look anywhere but

to find a mutual topic with Michael, but unfortunately, Michael was having none of it. He

karaoke machine, he decided to say something bold. “Why don’t I sing

up and

the valleys are green, I’ll come

waiting, the sweeter

my darlin’, I promise you

next time I hold you, I’m

the ocean forever I

Forever I know.”

feelings into the lyrics,

an awkward look on her face

blown over everyone. Even though they could feel the chill running down their skin, everyone’s hearts felt even colder as a figurative frostiness wrapped itself around their hearts. They all instinctively stepped further

from the band and now worked behind the scenes handling paperwork. Occasionally, he would compose a song or write some lyrics, but his singing still remained top-notch. His voice was clear and powerful,

stood

after Michael selected his song, resulting in more

a microphone and

winter wind blows, stinging my

how it reminds me,

like a pickaxe, hacking away at daddy’s frozen

was at a

sang, Michael’s hawk-like eyes remained locked on

remained flippant, but his tightly-clenched hands betrayed him in the end; he felt that he

leave, but Sophia felt that she should

glanced at Michael, but since he didn’t seem to be unwilling

a wolf tracking its prey to watch them from

were quiet. Sophia walked with Claude to send him off, an

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