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.

healthy, wheatish skin like his was

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 had no time

was fat, they were

them in shape. With the money they

social

fifteen, but he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she

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

picked up his belongings and turned around to go to the

chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia

to play basketball, so I

it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since

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

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,

play as she nibbled on one of

younger, and if

face… She had the sudden desire

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

lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and

and they couldn’t steal

near him, then wait for

Michael immediately made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him,

felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down.

tranquility he showed were

game, could tell that something was up. He

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

their chicken

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

that Michael had gone

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up to the