My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 601

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.

Michael had been very busy recently, but he would still find time to accompany Sophia every day. He would stay with her until she fell asleep then go back to work and secretly come home around midnight.

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.

get too excited about it just yet,” Stanley slurred out. The game was such a success that the

devoured every last drop of the cellar wine, he pestered Sophia

soothing game, so the number of people topping up in the game is very few, and the recharge revenue is not much. We could rely on marketing and word of

spoke, “Our main objective now would be to attract the attention to

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

to be constantly

we could take in some ads to maintain the operation of the company, and it would look better on our

…

and the

my uncle been doing lately? Hurry up and get him to advertise our game!” Stanley huffed

“Your uncle is

that little brat,

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

to choose an auspicious day to announce his return so that his wife and child would be

he had to undergo

more intimidating to others in hopes that one

known as the handsome young man of the Mitchell Family! How else could Celine have fallen for him at

Nathan’s parent-teacher conference, or try for a second child, it would not be possible with the face

went to. That hospital had a 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

that Justin 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 months intermittently, and now,

Nathan could be seen running between two different places. Today, he went over

colored spotlights shone on the living room. The whole living room became mysterious as soft, light music rang out. “There were

popped out, wearing a baby bear onesie, as he wiggled his little butt and danced to

Everyone was dumbfounded.

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