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.

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

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 vacation, so their skin was comparably

skin and was

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

Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by looking at his figure and

only fifteen, but he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she ogled

the other hand, was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly

and turned around to

still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!”

basketball, so I can’t

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 to

piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should

could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a

him play as she

younger, and if she hadn’t met

and that beautiful face… She had

Bailey had 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 one

a meaningful glance, and

grab it, and

choice was to stay near him, then

both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball

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

and tranquility he showed were unlike

game, could tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being so hard on

Sophia reckoned

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

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

had gone too far to pick on a

mouth, then rushed up to the