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.

for his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his

and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a private trainer, the foreigners were usually plump and overweight. Not to mention, they worked long hours and

skin and was fat, they

private trainers to keep them in shape.

financial status and social standing just by looking at his figure and

he already has muscles, Sophia thought as

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

he picked up his belongings and turned around to go to

more! I still have pork trotters and

play basketball, so I can’t eat

Bailey didn’t want it, Stanley gave a ‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork

all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be turned

shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen

him play as she

was a few years younger, and if she hadn’t met Michael,

those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to

as soon as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a

meaningful glance, and the

couldn’t publicly grab it, and they couldn’t

choice was to stay near him, then wait for a chance to

Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him, they would take turns

He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down. He would meet their attacks with calmness; it was two against

he showed were unlike

who was by the sidelines watching the game, could tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had

one of their chicken wings! Did he have

Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and help

had gone too far to pick on

then rushed up to