My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia had always thought of her mother as nothing but a kind and beautiful woman similar to those dumb blondes that successfully tamed the heart of a domineering president in most modern romance stories. However, it turned out that her mother was a strong and independent woman. No wonder so many of her photos were hanging in Crimson House.

As a result, the image of Annabel in Sophia’s heart changed again and again—so much so that she herself didn’t know which one to believe anymore… Perhaps, there was a story hidden behind what happened back then. If Annabel had truly appeared before Cooper with a malicious purpose, Cooper would have noticed it. It was Cooper after all; how could he fail to see through such tricks?

If not for love, why would she be so determined to give birth to their child despite the rumors swirling around her? All of a sudden, Sophia felt extremely guilty. I shouldn’t have doubted Annabel. After all, she is my mother! Besides, 30 years had passed. Stories about her mother had turned into myths. Who else would remember a pitiful young woman that had died at a young age, aside from Cooper, Sophia, and those few who cared about her?

If not for Sophia making a name for herself over the years; if not for Michael, who was such an amazing husband; if not for Cooper, who returned to recognize Sophia as part of his family, Annabel would still be considered a slut that returned home pregnant after failing to become the mistress of a bigshot. Similarly, Sophia would still be an illegitimate child without a father.

One wouldn’t even be able to recall how many trees were planted in front of their house after 30 years; how could they possibly recall how old somebody else’s daughter was when she dropped out of school? However, the Annabel that Cooper knew was the closest to the truth. That was because he truly cared about her—so much so that even if 30 years had passed, he could still remember everything about her clearly…

At that thought, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, and the gloominess that shrouded over her for the past few days dissipated. I’m still the product of love between my parents. I’m so glad.

The father and daughter pair sat at the park until midnight before they got up to return home.

“Dad, let’s get some barbecue!”

The father and daughter pair walked under the street lights. The streets near the park were still very lively. Many people came out for a jog or to walk their dogs in the coolness of the night, and the stalls along the streets were operating in full swing. Cooper felt slightly repulsed by the sight of the street stalls. Even so, he saw that Sophia was very excited. Thus, he went over, found a place to sit, and took out his phone to deal with some business matters. Occasionally, they talked to each other too.

breaking up. Out of 10 calls, only one would connect. Moreover, the call would only last for several seconds before it disconnected again. Still, she felt satisfied even though she only managed to exchange a few words with Michael and happily wolfed

immersed in love, he couldn’t help but think that she was very similar to how

asked, “Dad, if I really faked a marriage with Uncle Linus, will it be awkward in

marriage

be innovative to remain at the forefront of the times. It was the

in the past, but the resistance was too strong. This family that had been passed down for hundreds of years was very sensitive to change. It would never accept any

they ate,

Sam told me that he bought the first Crimson House for

mother! She was the one who managed his restaurant and created a turnover of several hundred thousand for him. Yet, he only paid her a salary of

at this stall is delicious. I’m going to buy some to bring home. I

he will. I always see him coming out for barbecued meat while walking the dog

he eat such delicious

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did not have her wallet with her. All she had on her was a fiver. Thus,

extremely busy and simply said, “The total comes up to 98. The QR code is on