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.

his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed

eateries mainly served what Cethosians considered to be junk food—high-calorie fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As

and was fat, they were undoubtedly

in shape. With the money they possessed,

and social standing

has muscles, Sophia thought as she ogled

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

more! I still have pork trotters and

basketball, so I can’t eat

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

fiercely into it, all the while

court and was already active. His agile body darted 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 was almost capable

play as she nibbled on

few years younger, and if she hadn’t met

long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the sudden

he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing to

lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and

publicly grab it, and they couldn’t

stay near him, then wait for a chance

He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As

He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he

he showed were unlike that

tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my

reckoned Michael had a short

one of their chicken wings! Did he have to be

look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go

gone

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up