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.

hadn’t expected to run into conflicts in a small country. Both of them had been injured; Quinton

bookshelf, she took out the pendant she wore around her neck and stared

engraved on it, but the alphabets were blurred using some unknown material. However, if one touched the

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

he worked somewhere else and could only come back once every

don’t seem to have any feelings for him. Perhaps it’s because of my

his journey, but he looked happy from head to toe when he saw the lady

looked so beautiful in the white dress; her beauty stirred his heart and made him unable to avert

completely mine,

grabbed her husband’s arm with a smile. Quinton

noble intellectual. He often wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that

bookstore barely 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

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

evening, Sophia prepared a tableful 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 eyes had

wife’s cooking skills

“Stop talking—hurry up and come

mood. Quinton had a very good appetite that day, so he had

a few ingredients available locally, Sophia planted most of their food herself. She had transformed the garden behind the bookstore into a vegetable plot by planting

ruddy face with his eyes full of happiness and satisfaction. After having dinner, he said, “The situation in Africa is unstable

we moving to?” asked Sophia as she cleared the dining

to be confirmed soon, so we’ll

Meyes for a long time!”She had

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