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 and

burden onto each other. No one dared to challenge Irene in a game of chess. After

said, “Come over here, Stan. Play a game

playing. I can’t even beat Sophia, much less

Sophia, that remark was rubbing salt in her

after Irene again

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

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

down and wobbled over with her two coats. The moment she sat down, Stanley started to tease

no match for Aunt Irene. You should just throw

since Sophia went from being a goddess to an aunt to Stanley, he would tease her every now and then. Normally, she did not think much of it and even felt like it could make the atmosphere more lively sometimes.

of affection and camaraderie between the

buried the unhappiness she felt in them. Once she was done, she had

every move she made, she had the reserved and charming nature of a mature woman. It was not something Sophia, a

give you a handicap of

Please go easy on me,

they arranged their chess pieces, the game

them from the side. He was worried that Sophia would be unhappy if she lost the game. Irene had impeccable skills while Sophia was on par

not hold back his tongue. “Aunt Irene, be kind. I’m telling you. If Sophia loses, she will

old men burst into

also laughed and took in every

home and cry? Irene scoffed. Did Michael marry a wife or a daughter? Women like her

Sophia to a miserable defeat. I hope she’ll run