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

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 worked long hours and had no time for vacation,

was fat, they were undoubtedly from

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

status and social standing just by looking at his figure and

already has muscles, Sophia thought as

other hand, was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey

and turned around to

should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia called after him

“I’m going to play basketball, so I can’t

and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat

into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig

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

him play as she nibbled on one of the

years younger, and if she hadn’t met

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

Bailey had taken off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he

meaningful glance, and the two of them went up

and they couldn’t

near him, then wait for a chance to take back

Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball

they felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but

were

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

reckoned Michael had

their chicken wings!

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

Michael had gone

then rushed up to the court with