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.

people had told her, she and Quinton were a married couple from Cethos who came 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 suffered a brain

she took out the pendant she wore around her neck and stared blankly at it. This was

a Goddess of Mercy figurine made of obsidian. It seemed to be an amulet with some alphabets engraved on it, but the alphabets were blurred using some unknown material. However, if one touched the engraving carefully, he

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

home; he worked somewhere else and could only come

don’t seem to have any feelings

He was quite worn out by his journey, but he looked

white dress; her beauty stirred his heart and made him

she’s completely mine, he

to him and grabbed her husband’s arm with a smile. Quinton held her hand and said, “I’m

a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made him seem out of place in this town. However, he and Sophia looked ideally suited as they stood

nothing to do at home,

subordinates; he

out in a bathrobe after taking a bath. When

skills are so

shyly. “Stop talking—hurry up and come

a very good

planting towel gourds, tomatoes, and other vegetables. How fortunate it is to have a bite of Cethosian dishes at this very moment!

satisfaction. After having

asked Sophia as she cleared the

responded, “My job in Meyes is about to be

wanted to go to Meyes for a long time!”She had almost

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