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.

longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted their

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

was fat, they were undoubtedly from

to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed,

tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing

only fifteen, but he already has muscles, Sophia

get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done eating.

up his belongings and

ate an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia called after him

to play basketball, so I can’t eat too

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

it, all

perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was

play as she

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

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

the court and that he had passed it

a meaningful glance, and the two of them went up

it, and they

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

could obviously feel the malice they 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. He would meet their attacks with calmness; it was two

and tranquility he showed were unlike that of a

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

reckoned Michael

of their chicken wings!

Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is

that Michael had gone

rushed up to the