My Dreamy Old Husband

Men will always like girls between the ages of eighteen to nineteen because that is usually the age at which they meet the love of their lives. Anyone who came after her were mere resemblances of her. The person Michael loved when he was eighteen was her, Irene Weber. And I, Sophia, am no more than a vessel for him to reminisce about the happiness he had with her all those years ago.

Old Master Fletcher and Irene were currently playing chess together. Just then, Stanley walked over with his dog. He had been working overtime at the company over the past two days and had not been aware of Sophia’s arrival. The moment he saw Irene and Sophia, he teased, “Oh! My two aunts are here!”

Irene scolded, “Excuse me? I’m still eighteen at heart!”

“Yes, yes. You’ll always be eighteen!”

It feels like I’m going to lose my eldest nephew to her too. Once she takes him away, she will come for my husband.

Even when Stanley saw Sophia, he did not come up to her to greet her. Instead, he went to stand behind Irene to watch the chess game. “You have to defend, Old Master!”

“Old Master, you’re about to lose!”

“Stop resisting. With the level you’re at, you may be able to beat Sophia, but you’re no match for Aunt Irene.”

Sophia glared at him.

That brat. I let him off for not coming to greet me, but how dare he ridicule me for being less skilled than Irene?

Actually, Stanley had found Sophia’s sloppy appearance funny—she was wrapped in two layers of cotton-padded coats with the buttons on the outermost layer unfastened. He was worried that he would burst out laughing if he went up to her, so he decided to stay back to stop himself from making a slip of the tongue. He did not think that that mindless action of his would strike a nerve with her.

Meanwhile, Sophia had already harbored a grudge against him and put him on her February blacklist.

In this chess game, Mark was unable to beat Irene’s skills and got defeated once again.

Mark waved his hands

one dared to challenge Irene in a game

Master Fletcher pointed at Stanley and said, “Come over here, Stan. Play

waved his hands frantically. “I’m not playing. I can’t

that remark was

was placed second after Irene again and was unhappy about

amongst the old men while stroking a cat. “Come, Sophie. Play a round

her red lips curled into a smirk. “Great! I’ve

wobbled over with her two coats. The moment she sat down, Stanley

no match for Aunt Irene. You

and then. Normally, she did not think much of it and even felt like it could make

it would have just been banter among the people. People mocked each other and it was seen as a form of affection and camaraderie between the proletariats. But today, in this setting, it was a hostile attack against her. It

water, she looked at the wolfberries in the cup and buried the unhappiness she felt in them. Once she was

she had the reserved and charming nature of a mature woman. It was not something

you a handicap of three

“Okay. Please go

arranged their chess pieces, the

worried that Sophia would be unhappy if she lost the game. Irene had impeccable skills while Sophia was on par with himself. Irene was two whole

Stanley could not hold back his tongue. “Aunt Irene, be kind. I’m telling you. If Sophia loses, she will cry to my uncle when she gets

old men burst into

took in every word he

she’s going to go home and cry? Irene scoffed. Did Michael marry a wife or a daughter? Women like her only rely on

the best way to lead Sophia to a miserable defeat.