My Dreamy Old Husband

Amid the loud music, Michael continued to throw his fists out without noticing the pain. His wounds were so deep that one could see his bones, but he didn’t realize it…

The next day, when the sun was up, the door to the gym finally opened. Michael looked cold and seemed to have changed into someone else. When he stepped out of the gym, he accidentally stepped onto something soft.

Looking down, Sophia had made a makeshift bed by the door and was sleeping on it. Originally, she was still asleep. However, when Michael stepped onto her hand, the pain woke her up suddenly. She opened her eyes in confusion and leaped up suddenly, pulling him into her arms.

She hugged him in front of the gym. None of them spoke. All Michael could hear was Sophia’s sobbing in his ear.

When he closed his eyes, tears flowed down his cheeks. They were for his father, his mother, and his sister, as well as Sophia, who had been hurt so many times because of him.

“I’m sorry…”

Phantom Wolf’s target had never been her. She was only hurt because she was his wife!

“What’s the use of apologizing now? You need to pull yourself together. Do you understand?” choked Sophia.

“Brace up, Michael Fletcher! You still need to protect me and Nathan! What are we supposed to do if something happens to you?”

Holding her tightly, Michael choked with sobs…

After what happened thirty years ago, Tanya disappeared. It was like she had vanished from the world and no one could find her anymore.

In order to find some clues, Michael decided to visit the place where he had lived. Tanya had been there before. And back then, Elizabeth was already a superstar. She installed a surveillance system in the house, so he might be able to find something by chance.

Sophia set off along with him. The weather was still freezing outside. She simply grabbed onto the coat that she brought back from the military compound and put it on.

Inside the car, Michael remained silent for the entire journey. He seemed to be very anxious. Both his hands that were rested on his knees were trembling; the wounds on his joints had been treated with medicine.

Cautiously, Sophia put her hand into his palm. She did it carefully as she was afraid of touching his wounds. Michael gently held her hand. Looking at the woman who had been with him for such a long time, he found the toughness in her eyes that was once familiar to him.

the end of their lives.

survive no matter how hard the

Sophia a peck on her cheek before he looked out

be managed regularly by

two-story villa. From afar, it looked like a beautiful lady, but it was a pity that her outfit was worn

Michael opened the lock and pushed open

thirty years, but everything remained as it was thirty years ago.

place that he

by

both of us were sent away as well. The Fletchers had been taking care of this place since then. When I turned eighteen, Grandpa gave it back to me and

them grew up, they never came back

Gemma to check out on the surveillance footage,

would always come back in secret. They would climb into the house through the dog hole that was only known by them. While they cuddled one another, they would stare at the photos of

that Celine’s room was full of garbage. Her bed was covered in mud. A string of dirty footprints traced the

His expression darkened.

sneaked in to

looked like they didn’t spend a lot of time there since someone would come to clean the place

lookout on the outside, Michael called up some people to come repair the rusty window that could be simply destroyed with just a punch. He then continued to look

still remember that Tanya had come by before. However, he had no memory of the specific date she had

wasn’t sure if the equipment from thirty years ago could

sleep in, Michael opened up the safe and found her account

every day was quite a significant amount and all of it was recorded

in order. He then flipped it to the transactions that happened in

did a video recording of her will, and together with a handwritten will, she locked them in the safe. Two keys were each

that his mother’s handwriting was