My Dreamy Old Husband

“Honey, actually I didn’t want to go through all that matchmaking either…”

Michael cut Sophia off before she could finish, his voice hushed. “I know.”

He already knew all about Old Master Fletcher’s meddling; every detail of it.

Old Master Fletcher should have gone doing some other geriatric activity since he was now old, so why did he still insist on pulling something like this?

Sophia had only been walking for a few minutes, but her face was already covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Several red bumps riddled her face, thanks to the mosquitoes.

The two of them continued onward, silent.

Michael didn’t blame Sophia for deliberately posting weird photos to her Instagram stories, and neither did Sophia remain angry about those scandalous rumors of Michael. The pair simply continued to walk quietly.

Sophia reached out to wrap an arm around Michael’s torso, but then she unwittingly felt a hard item in his trouser’s pocket. “What is this?”

Michael did not miss a beat as he answered, “The MP3 player I normally use for my nightly jogs.”

What era are we in? Who would still carry such a huge music player around? That’s very obviously a gun! Sophia mentally grumbled about that, but she didn’t expose his lies. Michael gripped her hand tightly, and the pair walked back together hand in hand, sweat dripping from their bodies.

Gary was busy tossing bags of various sizes into the trunk of the car by the garage when they reached the gate of No. 8. When he saw them approach the house, he called out to them. “Boss, Madam, Young Master Nate said that he wants to stay with Old Master Fletcher until the semester starts. He won’t be coming back until then.”

Nathan should really leave. If he stayed behind, he would most likely end up on the receiving end of a beating. What he did couldn’t be described as taunting a tiger anymore; he had practically poked the tiger in the eye!

Michael strode forward with large steps and swung open the car door to see Nathan sitting inside, a blank look on his face. Chrysanthemum the cat was in his arms, and in his hand was a tiny book with the title ‘How to Protect Yourself as a Minor’.

Sophia was unamused.

law to protect himself, Michael let out a laugh and

nonchalant as he calmly and

he shut the door and said

the ginger cat into the house

Fletcher Residence. He typically would just stay a day or two whenever he had to stay

drills during the new year celebrations, but Old Master Fletcher would drag the boy out to run through some

adoptive son, Michael had thought of the boy as his own flesh and blood all these years,

next day since Nathan left, Hale suddenly returned with a box of items in

the morning started,

box that Hale had brought back, adding a large pink bow as a finishing touch. She did this all by herself without allowing anyone to help

little scary from the coldness that was radiating from it, his expression as sharp as a knife. It was only after Hale left with the box that she finally asked, “What was inside that

answered, “The deep love I feel for

filled with workbooks that spanned a variety of subjects, including foreign language, advanced mathematics, calculus and the like, along with several years’ worth of mock test questions. It totaled up to a hundred

‘deep fatherly love’ that Michael

not allowed to come home until

Nathan remained silent.

to school when the semester starts. From now on, you’ll be running drills with the rest of the troops! Once you’re done, it should be time for Bayside University’s military training to start again. You’ll officially start

to stay

about gaming either. All of your game accounts have been

Nathan’s silence dragged on.

transferred, while your computer and phone have been confiscated. Be punctual for your drills. You’re not allowed to be late. Joel will be monitoring you. In short, if you don’t

Sophia’s end, now that her life had returned to a time of peace, she began to study hard on her own

out that he had run to a different country, just not his precise location, and Kayla Harper was dead. Even if Sophia hadn’t killed her, Kayla would have become a complete vegetable