My Dreamy Old Husband

Everyone felt so down that they almost cried.

Sophia secretly fixed her eyes on the tip of Quinton’s nose. He just had his previously crooked nose straightened, so he was probably still in the recovery period. Thinking that it wouldn’t be good for him to drink alcohol, she couldn’t help but remind him, “Professor Clark, didn’t you just undergo surgery? It isn’t a good idea to drink alcohol now, right?”

Quinton looked at Sophia and secretly winked at her, saying, “It’s alright; what I’m drinking is actually fruit juice.”

Sophia also winked at him mischievously as they both understood what he was talking about.

Having gotten his Bachelor’s degree from Bayside University, Quinton returned to teach at Bayside University after getting his Ph.D. degree overseas from a prestigious university. With such great academic qualifications, it would really be a waste for him to be a volunteer teacher in rural areas.

Instead of answering Sophia’s question immediately, Quinton took a small sip of his fruit juice. Then, he answered slowly, “Humans are higher animals, so they want to seek more things after having their fill. Different people have different dreams of their own; some seek to liberate their bodies, whereas some seek enlightenment of their souls.”

Startled, Sophia found herself at a loss for how to respond to Quinton’s reply.

What was she seeking?

What she wanted seemed to be very simple, for she just wanted to live well. Compared to what she was chasing after, what Quinton sought after was much more advanced.

She couldn’t help but hold out her wine glass to clink glasses with him, saying, “Here’s a toast to you.”

Quinton raised his glass and said to Sophia and everyone else, “Here’s a toast to everyone. I’ll come back often to visit you all in the future.”

Sophia nodded. “Alright.”

After having small talks with different people, she returned to where she had been just now and found Michael, who seemed to be in animated conversation with everyone.

There were already a few more people sitting on the sofa. Besides Michael and Irene, Stanley and Harry were here; it seemed that they were here to support Sophia.

“Sophia was very much like me back then, for she worked very hard when she was in high school. She studied alone till well past midnight every night without taking a rest.”

Irene had been trying hard to remind Michael of their lost years together, but he seemed totally uninterested, for all he talked about was Sophia. Irene was so pissed that her stomach churned, yet she couldn’t do anything. She could only put on a friendly and understanding smile while being forced to listen to Michael talking about his pretty young wife.

Stanley had taken out his game props to get ready to play games again at Michael’s suggestion.

of things to talk about

up, Stanley was setting up his game props. He called her over, saying, “Sophia, come

few people then sat around the table and received their respective numbers

play games than to watch the awkward

next to Michael as they started to play the game. While Stanley was setting up the

a little astounded. “Leaving? Where

quit his job to travel the world and is planning to be a volunteer teacher in rural areas after that. He’ll board the plane

teacher? Everyone was shocked, but whatever choice Quinton made was his own business, so everyone did nothing after learning about

bright future, so it would really be a waste for him to be a volunteer teacher in rural

began to play Truth or

Soon after that, the application announced the first question

at once as they looked

looked as

had been livened up with great

deadly awkward silence engulfed everyone. Irene asked with a smile, as if she knew nothing, “Huh? Mikey, aren’t

once said that one’s current partner is his

finally cracked into a

must be Michael himself since ‘Taylor Murray’

a moment before they laughed the episode

could punch himself. What a lousy

chuckle. “Let’s continue the

be laughing with everyone else, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in

second round

announced the question, “No. 6 and No. 7, please hold hands together with your fingers interlaced until the end of

Michael’s face darkened again.

was dumbfounded for a moment before

5, gave Stanley—who was No. 4—a murderous

at Sophia, for she was the person who had thought up the question and input it into