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.
…
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.
married couple from Cethos who came here because of a job transfer. However, they hadn’t expected to run into
a bookshelf, she took out the pendant she wore around her neck and stared blankly at it.
it, but the alphabets were blurred using some unknown material. However, if one touched the engraving carefully, he
the French window, which looked peaceful and harmonious. Just then, several cars arrived and parked into the parking spaces in front
could
my husband, but I don’t seem to have any feelings for him. Perhaps it’s because of my brain
the car. He was quite worn out by his journey, but he looked happy from head to toe when he saw the lady walking
beautiful in the white dress; her beauty stirred his
last, she’s completely mine,
Quinton.” Sophia walked up to him and grabbed her husband’s arm with a smile. Quinton
the bookstore. Dressed in a black suit, Quinton exuded the air of a noble intellectual. He often wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made him seem out of place in this town. However, he and Sophia looked ideally
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 many
job was, but he seemed to have many subordinates; he even left a few of them in the bookstore to
of delicious dishes. Quinton came out in a bathrobe after taking a bath. When he saw the mouth-watering spread on the table, his deep and tender
wife’s cooking skills are
shyly. “Stop talking—hurry up and come here to
mood. Quinton had a very good appetite that day, so he had two bowls of
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
happiness and satisfaction. After having dinner, he said,
Sophia
responded, “My job in Meyes is about to
I’ve wanted to go to Meyes for a long time!”She had almost zero memory of her past. However, she disliked this
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