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.

countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead.

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

skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from the

hire professional dieticians and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they

one could tell Bailey’s financial status and social

already has muscles, Sophia thought as she

out ways to get the bracelet back.

picked up his belongings and

wing; you should eat more! I still have pork

replied, “I’m going to play basketball, so I

didn’t want it, Stanley gave a ‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t

it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be

body darted left 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

him play as she nibbled on one of the

and if she hadn’t met Michael, she would

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

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

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

publicly grab it, and they

him, then wait for a chance to take back the

and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him, they would take turns shoving

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

tranquility he showed were unlike

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

Sophia reckoned Michael

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

at Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying

that Michael had gone too far to pick on

then rushed up