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

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

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

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

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

he already has muscles, Sophia

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

and turned around

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

going to play basketball, so I can’t eat

Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork

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

perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a little taller than Nathan. At

play as she nibbled on one

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

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

his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he

He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and

grab it, and they

him, then wait for a chance

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, they would take turns shoving

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

tranquility he showed were unlike that of a fifteen-year-old

the game, could tell that something was up. He

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

chicken wings! Did he have to be

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

had gone

rushed up to the