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 wanted their skin to achieve this shade

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

fair skin and was

private trainers to keep them in shape. With the

one could tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing

has muscles, Sophia thought as she

was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and

he picked up his belongings and turned around to go

more! I still have pork trotters and

basketball, so I can’t eat too

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

trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to

fifteen years old, but he was already a little taller than Nathan. At an estimated

him play as she nibbled on one of

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

beautiful face… She had the sudden

got on the court and that

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

publicly grab it, and they

only choice was to stay near him, then wait for a

toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to

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

tranquility he showed were unlike

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

Sophia reckoned Michael had a

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

“Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying

that Michael had gone too far to pick on

rushed