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.

no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they

to be junk food—high-calorie fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As the average

person had fair skin and was fat, they were

in shape.

social standing just

he already has muscles, Sophia thought as

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

that, he picked up his belongings and turned around to go to the

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

play basketball, so I can’t

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

tore fiercely into it, all the while

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

she nibbled on

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

face… She had the sudden desire

as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard,

lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of them went up

publicly grab it, and they couldn’t steal it

stay near him, then wait for a

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

could obviously feel the malice they felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since

showed were unlike

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

head, Sophia reckoned Michael had

did was eat one of their chicken wings! Did he have to be

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

Michael had gone too far

mouth, then rushed up to the court with