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.

skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing

even had the mentality that a person’s skin tone and 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 usually plump and overweight. Not to mention, they

a person had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from

keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could go on vacations

social standing just

has muscles,

bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m

and turned around to go to the

an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and

to play basketball,

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

a piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the

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

him play as she nibbled on

years younger, and if she hadn’t

those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She

got on the court and that he had passed it to

eyes lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of them went up

grab it, and they couldn’t

near him, then wait for a chance to take back the

way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from

‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down. He would meet their attacks with

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike that

who was by the sidelines watching the game, could tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he

Sophia reckoned

did was eat one of their chicken wings! Did he have to

look! Daddy is

that Michael had gone too

then rushed