My Dreamy Old Husband

Ever since Quinton’s death and Linus’ departure, Sophia’s depression had become worse. There were often sleepless nights and splitting headaches.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see a blood-covered Quinton standing in front of her with a contorted face while choking her to death.

“Sophia, you are mine! I was the one who saved your life, so you are mine! Do you hear me? Mine!”

She startled awake before realizing that it was not dawn yet, and the space next to her was empty.

Sophia woke up alone and sat in front of the window. She looked out at the early morning scenery of Bayside City; it was unusually quiet.

She didn’t switch on the lights and allowed the darkness to engulf her whole being.

She was always dreaming about that cold, frosty night on Salvador Island. Her bones were frozen stiff, and she thought she was dead, but vaguely, there was a voice that was calling her over and over again.

He did CPR for her repetitively; his cold fingers skillfully reached into her mouth and nose, clearing out the mud and sand that were blocking her airway.

She took big gulps of fresh air as he held her in his arms. He blocked off most of the cold wind, giving her the little bit of warmth he had.

She remembered all of it…

During this time, Michael was spending more time with her since the incident had caused her too much pain, and she needed time to heal herself.

By the time it was spring season, Sophia was already a sophomore in college. She was still working on her double degree while working at Stanley’s company.

The company had recently created a new mobile game called ‘The Traveling Snail’. It was about raising an electronic pet by feeding the snail in the game everyday and preparing dry food, tents, and amulets for it. When the snail went out traveling, it would mail back postcards and special souvenirs from wherever it was.

Ever since the game was introduced, the response had been so great that it was the talk of town.

excited about it just yet,” Stanley slurred out. The game was

had devoured every last drop of the

and the recharge revenue is not much. We could rely on marketing and word of mouth to temporarily harvest the

peanut and spoke, “Our main objective now

chipped in, “Maybe put in more top-up functions, like paid movies

has to be constantly updated

ads to maintain the operation of the company, and it would look better on

…

and the company, the topic eventually led

uncle been doing lately? Hurry up and get him

“Your uncle

about that little brat,

was accompanying her at the hospital, and Nathan would stay over for 2 days,

to choose an auspicious day to announce his return so that his wife and child would be recognized by the family. He also wanted things like, planning for another child, returning back to the army, and even traveling around the

he had to undergo

he didn’t bother about his appearance—he just wanted to look more ugly so that he could look more intimidating to others in hopes that one day he could use his ugly face to

Justin used to be known as the handsome young man of the Mitchell Family! How else could Celine have

attend Nathan’s parent-teacher conference, or try for a second child, it would not

very good scar recovery rate and was at the forefront of the world in its field. Besides, she had a VIP membership card, and so a complimentary double-eyelids procedure would come together

wanted plastic surgery, he was very concerned, and he found him the best doctor with the most expensive package available. The surgery lasted for about two

running between two different places. Today, he went over to visit his mother

talking about Nathan, the lights in the house suddenly turned dark, and a few colored spotlights shone on the living room. The whole living room became mysterious as soft, light music rang out. “There were three little bears living together. Papa Bear,

as he wiggled his little butt and

Everyone was dumbfounded.