My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 561

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!”

Seeing their amicable interaction made Sophia feel gloomy again.

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.

waved his

men was pushing the burden onto each other. No one dared to challenge Irene in a game of chess.

pointed at Stanley and said, “Come over here, Stan. Play a game with

his hands frantically. “I’m not playing. I can’t even beat Sophia, much less Aunt

remark was rubbing

Irene

Sophia who was sitting by the fire amongst the old men while stroking a cat. “Come,

red lips curled into a smirk. “Great! I’ve never gotten a chance to

a word, Sophia placed the cat down and wobbled over with her

for Aunt Irene. You should just throw

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

as a form of affection and camaraderie between the proletariats. But today, in this setting, it was a hostile

cup and buried the unhappiness she felt in them. Once she was done, she had a pure and bright smile on her

nature of

a

Please go easy on me,

arranged their chess pieces, the

lost the game. Irene had impeccable

be kind. I’m telling you. If Sophia loses, she will cry to my uncle when she

men

also laughed and took in every word he

a daughter? Women like her only rely on their youthful appeal. After a

lead Sophia to a miserable defeat. I hope

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