My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 730

The butler left submissively.

Michael stroked the cat in his arms every once in a while. His hair had turned grey as his world descended thoroughly into the boundless darkness. He would spend the rest of his life year after year in endless suffering that he couldn’t free himself from… until a silvery voice spoke.

“Daddy, can you pat my head?”

He raised his eyes to see a cute little girl standing in front of him; she placed her hands on his knees while staring hopefully at him.

Only then did he feel that he was alive.

…

Meanwhile, a nameless town in Africa sat in the middle of a desert. It was very much out of the way; there weren’t any resources available, nor was it a place of strategic military importance. Miraculously, the war hadn’t spread to this town, so it remained peaceful and harmonious for the time being.

However, the violent atmosphere of its surroundings still affected this land with each passing day. The situation in this town became increasingly tense; drugs were rampant, and violence kept increasing day by day.

The owner of the only bookstore in town was a Caucasian lady.

Businesses that made the most money in such circumstances would always be hospitals, funeral homes, and shops that sold firearms. The bookstore barely had any customers, but it had been operating for many years; meanwhile, the beautiful Caucasian lady had been here for two years.

 

The light from the setting sun shone into the bookstore through its French windows, warming up several bookshelves that seemed to have existed for decades. The atmosphere was so comfortable that it made people sleepy.

The young lady was reading a book with great concentration in front of the French window. Wearing a white dress, she looked like a white butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away under the setting sun. Her soft, jet-black hair was as fluffy as the clouds, and it was so long that it touched the polished floor.

 

After reading the book for a while, she closed it. Staring blankly at her reflection in the French window, she pondered over a question. Who am I?

She knew that her name was Sophia and her husband was called Quinton, but she knew nothing else.

here because of a job transfer. However, they hadn’t expected to run into conflicts in a small country. Both of them had been injured; Quinton was rendered impotent, whereas she

wore around her neck and stared blankly at it. This was the only thing that

with some alphabets engraved on it, but the alphabets were blurred using some

out of the French window, which looked peaceful and harmonious. Just

come home; he worked somewhere else and could only come back

strange; he is my husband, but I don’t seem to have any feelings for him. Perhaps it’s because of

worn out by his journey, but he

in the white dress; her beauty stirred his heart and made him unable to

last, she’s completely mine,

husband’s arm with a smile. Quinton

black suit, Quinton exuded the air of a noble intellectual. He often wore a pair of gold-rimmed

had customers, so all their family expenses depended on the income Quinton received by working away from town. Sophia had nothing to do at home, so she spent most of her time reading. Quinton would bring

didn’t know what Quinton’s job was, but he seemed to have many subordinates; he even left a

a bath. When he saw the mouth-watering spread

wife’s cooking skills are

up and come here

a very good appetite that day, so he had two bowls of

the garden behind the bookstore into a vegetable plot by planting towel gourds, tomatoes, and other vegetables. How fortunate it is to have a bite of Cethosian dishes at this very moment! What’s more, my

full of happiness and satisfaction. After having dinner, he said, “The

to?” asked Sophia as she

in Meyes is about to be

great! I’ve wanted to go to Meyes for a long time!”She had almost zero memory of her past. However,

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