My Dreamy Old Husband

Michael’s tense face was replaced with a smile. “If she has a father who loves her, it’s all worth it,” he retorted.

In the end, Sean left the film studio with the files that Michael gave him and returned to Bayside City. He now knew too much and had to bear the heavy burden of keeping all those secrets—Justin’s reappearance on top of Cooper still being alive and showing up in the same picture as Fass Michel at the same time. Would that coincidence prove that Fass was indeed Cooper?

However, Sean had other clues to work with, such as whether Cooper was related to the Michel Family from Eastern Europe.

That traditional family was a recluse, preferring to keep their members close knit and never accepting an outsider as their family head.

For them to be close, it would have to be family related. Woody Mitchell was Cooper’s father—there was no doubt about that. Could the connection be from Cooper’s mother’s side?

Despite the fact that Cooper was still out of reach, news of the team having found solid evidence of him being alive pleased Sophia. She remained at the film studio even after Sean left, waiting for a male villain’s final scene to end.

The days went by as usual. She came with the food truck on a daily basis and sat at a corner, playing online video games on her cell phone.

For the past two days, she seemed to have spent less time playing. Had she been playing video games, she would not giggle like a foolish lady.

She had been doing it while looking at her phone. One look at it was enough to reveal that she was happily chatting with someone.

A sense of uneasiness crept around Michael.

Finally, when Sophia was using the jacuzzi, he snooped on her cell phone. His sixth sense guided him to search for that person whom she was chatting happily with.

The name of the person read ‘Dearest Brother’.

His profile photo was nothing but that of a scenery. Their chat history contained nothing of the Cethosian language—only English and a foreign dialect.

Apart from the English words, he could not decipher what those foreign looking fonts meant.

Michael pursed his lips, unsure of what

minutes of searching, he finally found a photo of ‘Dearest

picture, a good-looking man with delicate elvish features appeared in his sight. The man’s deep blue eyes looked as if it held the

Linus Michel.

They’ve added each other on Messenger! Michael could

couple of photos with Linus and nothing else. They did not even exchange numbers with each other. So, when did they even add each

felt as if there were seeds sprouting

bathroom and exited, he had already put her cell phone aside

hair with a blowdryer, she suddenly remembered something and said, “I’ll be doing a video call with an online

Michael’s ears perked up like a dog’s. His sixth sense told him that the friend must be none other than Linus Michel.

“Yeah, he’s that guy who took a pic with me. Guess what? When I searched for my father on Twitter, I stumbled onto his account

you found Linus Michel! You found him on Twitter and

was merely someone with foreign ancestry, so why

and Messenger

up to eight languages and doesn’t even have a trace of the Cethosian accent. When he explained programming theories to me, he could easily beat

a huge castle in Africa. He even

an international movie star, after all

then began her video call with

at the screen. The person in the

chatting in an impressive mixture of three different languages. When they were done, Linus began to explain the ‘Principles of Programming’ to Sophia in English.

about programming for an hour, Michael felt like crap. He suddenly recalled what Sean said—let Sophia unknowingly become close

felt, Michael had no choice but

all, they were merely two strangers who