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 was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted their skin to achieve this

were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a

fair skin and was fat, they were

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

could tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by looking

but he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she ogled

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

his belongings and turned around to go

only ate an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have

play basketball, so I

a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner

took a piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself,

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 of

play as she nibbled on

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 under

off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing to

meaningful glance, and the two of

it, and they couldn’t steal

stay near him, then wait

converged on Bailey from both sides.

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

he showed were unlike that of

He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being so hard on the

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

did was eat one of their chicken wings! Did

Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr.

that Michael had gone too far to pick

then rushed up to