My Dreamy Old Husband

Blade had an ordinary Westerner look. He was not easily recognizable in the West, but he was even more indiscernible to the Easterners. Still, he was rather handsome. Unfortunately, he was also dead.

Quinton felt that he had died too easily. Although the Fletchers were rather strong, he had prepared for so long to deal with the Fletcher Family, only to succeed in bombing two of them. Quinton even suspected that the man in front of him was not Blade.

How could the man, who made Katrina betray him without any hesitation, turn out to be so ordinary? Katrina was the personality he had created from scratch and instilled into Celine’s mind. She should have been completely loyal to him. Unexpectedly, Katrina had asked to quit the Phantom Wolf for Blade’s sake.

He thought Katrina’s mind had been broken; he thought she had gone silly due to love. Who, among those that were in this line of work, was not stained with blood? Quit? Was that even possible? Moreover, she wanted to quit with Blade; she wanted to live an ordinary life. That was nothing more than a fantasy!

I thought Blade was some earth-shatteringly beautiful man, but… Despite having one less rival, he was not happy. Killers were not allowed to be emotional. Katrina and Blade had both broken the greatest taboo! For that reason, Katrina’s personality had been obliterated without mercy. Similarly, Blade became nothing more than a corpse lying on the ground.

All of a sudden, Quinton saw that Blade seemed to be holding something in his hand. Putting on a pair of gloves, he tried hard to loosen Blade’s tightly-clenched fist to take out the item in his hand.

Stanley said, “When he was on the verge of death, he took that out of his pocket and held it tightly.”

When Quinton saw what it was, he couldn’t help smiling bitterly. He finally understood why Katrina had betrayed him for Blade.

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her throat had been injured, and she temporarily couldn’t move nor speak.

couldn’t make a sound. She shakingly lifted her hand that was not connected

quickly grabbed her hand and said, “I don’t blame you. I

mouth flattened into a line, and her tears rained down. Sophia hurriedly wiped Sarah’s tears away. She understood—after going through Sarah’s Twitter feed the other day, she understood what was

by every single day. She couldn’t even take art classes even though she wanted to. Back then, Peter and his first wife, Mrs. West, would push their cart through the streets every day to sell breakfast. Their earnings were slim, and their family was poor. That amusement park was located close to their home and it was the place she used to dream about the most ever since she was young. Unfortunately, they needed tickets to enter the amusement park, and using the amusement park facilities required

on her birthday, Peter suddenly took out a large sum of money and brought their family of four to go and play at the amusement park for the whole day. Even if they were so poor that they couldn’t afford the food

year. At the same time, their family’s financial condition got better and better by the day—to the point where they could go to the amusement

split their finances, and remarried. Meanwhile, Peter took another wife and had another daughter. Thus, he got more and more estranged from Sarah. As

she learned that Harry had murdered Peter, she finally understood. The person she once loved the most had long since disappeared. She believed that her father deserved what he got. At the same time, she felt sad and bitter. All she wanted was to

Everything that happened was not Sarah’s fault. Hence, she stayed to talk with Sarah for a while before leaving quickly. She wanted Sarah to have

Sarah woke up again, she kept crying without stopping. Only a small part of her tears was for her father. Rather, she even felt a sense of relief when she learned that her father was dead. The greatest father in the world she had as a child was completely gone, and what was left was simply