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.

The game was such a success that the number of

table cups and plates were in disarray, and after Stanley had devoured every last

revenue is not much. We could rely on marketing and word of mouth to temporarily harvest the sales, but it would

“Our main objective now would be to attract the attention to the other

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

has to be constantly updated

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

…

and the company, the topic eventually led to

uncle been doing lately? Hurry up and get him to advertise

“Your uncle is

about that

recover. Justin was accompanying her at the hospital, and Nathan would stay over for 2 days, then occasionally come to Sophia’s for 2 days; he never stayed in a fixed

yet to be informed of his existence, and he wanted to choose an auspicious day to announce his return so that his wife and child would be recognized by

first, he had to undergo

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 scare Phantom Wolf to death. But now that his wife was back, and his son had also recognized him, he began to care about the

young man of the Mitchell Family! How

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

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 double-eyelids procedure would come together

Michael found out that Justin wanted plastic surgery, he was very concerned, and he found him the best doctor with the most expensive package available. The

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

room. The whole living room became mysterious as soft, light music rang out. “There were

out, wearing a baby bear onesie, as he wiggled his

Everyone was dumbfounded.