My Dreamy Old Husband

Michael was too timid to even utter a word.

Of course a cat is kept to catch a mouse, isn’t it?

Indeed, the mouse that came out from the toilet bowl last time was a little too dirty. He had sent the exquisite Persian cat given by the Queen into the washroom and closed it in there with the mouse. Michael had expected Fiffy to unleash its power, but the cat was actually so terrified of the mouse that it wailed and curled up in the wash basin all night, not daring to come down. In the end, it was Nicholas who came to Fiffy’s rescue and got rid of the mouse.

As for him using the dog to wipe his feet… Michael thought he was innocent because whenever a furry pet passed by him, he would subconsciously rub his feet against their fur if he was barefoot. He wasn’t using them to wipe his feet but was just giving them a friendly rub.

He was so wronged!

Nevertheless, he did not expect Sophia to be so agitated, and he dared not to argue back despite his valid reasons. He said in a servile manner, “I admit I was wrong. I promise I’ll never use the cat as my mouse pad or send him to catch a mouse again. I’m sorry. And I’ll never ask Judge to fetch the goods anymore. Please stop crying, okay?”

Wiping off her tears, Sophia pointed at the ground and commanded fiercely, “You better stand still here for the next three minutes!”

Michael quickly cooed, “Okay, okay… I’ll stand still.”

Sophia turned around and walked away without hesitation. As she left, she took her Samoyed and the two Husky pups with her while Stanley brought Judge away too.

Meanwhile, Michael stayed where he was, not daring to move as he watched Sophia and the others walked away.

Looking at him resignedly, Sean sighed and left with the group as well.

Finally, Michael shot himself in the foot once again. Sophia had come merrily to give him a surprise, but alas, it turned out that he was the one who gave her a ‘surprise’ first.

Using sled dogs to fetch lunch boxes… What an ingenious man!

go to her now as she is still in a fit of rage and won’t listen to your explanations. It’s late now, so she won’t leave the town

Michael was so worried that he lost his appetite. However, he still had to continue shooting, so he had to

food truck could only stop by the foot of the mountain as it couldn’t be driven up the mountain. The meals were prepared there and put in a thermal box to be pulled up the mountain by Judge. During that period of time, the staff had been depending on Judge to send them food. Now that he was

pick up the food, a lot of manpower was needed for the filming. It would be a waste of their limited resources

a pile of change and some one-dollar coins

so tired that they could even drowse off while standing. Bathing the dogs, Stanley cursed as he

three dogs just ran three rounds of errands today to fetch some potato chips and lunch, and the workload was not too heavy. Given Judge’s energy, he could have been full of beans even after fetching the goods, but he was drained because Celine had brought him around the mountain

Judge dozed off while Stanley

his baby dogs who were extremely fatigued, Stanley shed tears of sympathy. Bathing Judge had always been a troublesome chore in the past but he had fallen asleep today

must have had a

clearly seen that the dogs had lost weight tremendously especially after

Huskies who went into a deep sleep right

of his cigarette butts in her plant pots, but he even nipped off his flowers to make more space

This was too much!

tomorrow and never come back again!” Stanley said

her stuff and the dogs’ essentials as she was ready to leave early in the next

F*ck you, Michael!

the dogs,

he doesn’t care about my

her dogs was no different

ended, Michael quickly rushed to the hotel where Sophia was staying. Sure enough,