My Dreamy Old Husband

The students wanted to give him gifts, so what could he do?

Every day, whenever he left his seat for a moment, he would come back to find his office full of snacks. He couldn’t possibly throw them away.

Everyone proceeded to evenly divide Quinton and Nathan’s trophies.

Carmen picked a bar of chocolate out of the pile of snacks and gave it to Bailey. “Bailey, for you!”

Bailey hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the smile on Carmen’s adorable and gentle face, he couldn’t bear to upset her, so he accepted it.

Upon seeing this, a dark gleam flashed across Michael’s eyes once again as he restrained the urge to lunge at him.

That chocolate is obviously used for courtship! Why did she give it to Bailey?!

Michael tried his best to force a smile onto his face, then said to Carmen, “Carmen, honey, Daddy wants a snack too.”

Still rather disgruntled, Carmen retorted, “If Daddy wants one, Mommy can feed you! Aren’t you guys always feeding each other at home?”

Michael was dumbfounded.

How could his own daughter say such a thing?

His heart fell to the ground with a ‘crash’, shattering into pieces.

He felt as if he was watching the seedling that he had worked hard to cultivate being invaded by a fat and ugly insurance-selling rodent.

Sensing Michael’s despair, Sophia unwrapped a piece of chocolate and fed it to him. To his dismay, the chocolate filled his entire mouth with bitterness.

He thought back to the song that he had sung many years back: ‘The cold wind drifted over and caressed my face; my child’s rebellion is giving me a heartache’.

Meanwhile, Bailey was taking the first bite out of his chocolate. His arm was raised, and the muscles underneath that were beginning to take shape bulged slightly. His tanned, wheatish skin made him appear healthy, young, and powerful—just like a rising sun.

The three apricot kernels that hung on his wrist exuded a special sort of extravagance and strangeness.

in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted their skin to achieve this shade of

figure determined their social class. Foreign eateries mainly served what Cethosians considered to be junk food—high-calorie fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a private trainer, the foreigners were

and was fat,

them in shape. With the money

financial status and social standing

he’s only fifteen, but he already has muscles,

hand, was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done eating. Thank

up his belongings and

chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have

basketball,

take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat

a piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be

left and right, and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a little taller than Nathan. At an estimated height of nearly 1.8 meters, he

she nibbled on

a few years younger, and if she

and that beautiful face… She had the

noticed that Bailey had taken off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard,

He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of them went

and they couldn’t steal it

him, then wait for

made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long

resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back

he showed were unlike that of

the game, could tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being so hard on

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a

chicken wings! Did he have to

tugged anxiously at Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go

had gone too far to

then rushed up to the