My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia strolled around the campus on her own. It was still early, so she decided to walk around and explore the place. Her meal card had just been topped up with cash, so she was about to go to the cafeteria to grab a bite when a bicycle suddenly came to a halt beside her. Its rider had the Fletchers’ signature crew cut.

Without turning back, he parked the bike to one side and said, “Get on.”

Delighted to see him, Sophia mounted the bike while asking, “Nate, are you here for your classes too?”

Focused on riding his bike, Nathan answered, “Yeah.”

He had been raised in the manor since he was young and was taught by the best private tutors who provided him with the finest education. But, because Michael didn’t have time to look after him, he was distant and cold. Having refused to go to kindergarten, he began his studies at Bayside University when he was five years old after Michael donated a building.

Just like that, he had already been at Bayside University for ten years.

A few years ago, Sophia had brought him from the East Entrance to the South Entrance on her Yamaha bike. She had brought him to the cafeteria to grab a meal, held him while he performed a slam dunk, and even brought him to the cybercafé to play games. She had even brought him to eat kebabs and to the night market to play ring toss.

Those memories were filled with a riot of colors.

After all these years, he was now the one carrying her on his bicycle.

Sitting in the back seat, Sophia was smiling as brightly as the sun. As she enjoyed the early summer breeze, she caught a whiff of the fresh smell that had appeared in her dreams. Perhaps it was from one of the memories that she had lost.

Eyes, a shade of green, and the smell of books. No, something seems to be missing…

All of a sudden, she saw a bicycle catching up to them on the tree-lined path that was covered by overlapping greenery.

Warm sunlight shone down on the man, making him appear radiant. He seemed to emit a faint milky white halo and was as ethereal as a light feather. Every pore on his body was exuding the fresh aura of sunlight as if he was a God who had just descended into the mortal world from the heavens.

once clad in golden armor and divine clothing but was now dressed in a white shirt. The colorful clouds

eyes, he would always be the unparalleled deity who arrived on colorful clouds. He

closing the distance between him and Sophia. She seemed to be able to

“Michael!” Sophia called out.

eternally young face still full of

front, Nathan glanced at Michael, who was catching up on his ofo, and scoffed. Oh, you

what Sophia saw in this

nice would it have been if she had gotten

pedaled harder. His bike was

hardened, not only do you want to

more strength and the two bicycles advanced together. Soon, they caught up to Harry, who was up front, as well

Stanley quickly threw the snacks and water into his

waved at them. “Come on, stupid

the lot of them laughed and joked around as they

was riding an ofo as well, but he didn’t join them for classes. Instead, he rode toward the concession stand. After returning the bike, he

found the teacher’s meal card he had used years ago, which still happened to have several thousand in

coffee, then walked into the school. He got to the university’s alumni corridor where photos and information of the most decorated students that Bayside University had for the past century since their

was Michael, Harry, Sophia, Cooper, Linus, and of course,

portrait. A few years ago, his identity was exposed, and he was ready to capture Sophia, but everything ended up in smoke.

taken hostage in order to save the students that had been kidnapped by a terrorist group.

University had hung his picture in the alumni corridor where freshmen would get

and financial accounting. He was the second son of the distinguished Clark Family and Bayside University’s youngest teacher. Every year during summer break, he would go to Africa to do volunteer work, as his biggest dream was to leave everything

supposedly buried in the cemetery outside the city, and every year during Ancestors’ Day,