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.

healthy, wheatish skin like his was

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

skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from

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

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 suddenly stood up and

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

you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia

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

‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork trotters, you can give them all

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

fifteen years old, but he was already a

as she nibbled on

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

face… She had the sudden desire to place him under her household

he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing to

cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the

it, and they couldn’t steal it

to stay near 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

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

was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look

Sophia reckoned Michael had a

chicken wings! Did he

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

that Michael had gone too

mouth, then rushed up to the court