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

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

person had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from the

dieticians and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could go on

tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by

has muscles,

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

up his belongings and turned around to go to the

more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb

replied, “I’m going to play basketball,

chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter,

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

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 height of nearly 1.8 meters, he was almost capable of performing a

she nibbled

few years younger, and if

that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to

he got on the court and that he had

meaningful glance, and the two of them went

and they couldn’t

choice was to stay near him, then wait for a chance to take back the

his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball

so much, but since they were here, he

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike that

up. He said, “Aunt Sophia,

reckoned Michael

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

“Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is

gone too far to pick on a

rushed