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.

longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was

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

fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from the lower

could hire professional dieticians and private trainers to keep them in

and social standing just by looking

but he already has muscles, Sophia thought

bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done eating.

and turned

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

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

to take it. Chewing on a pork

and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be

court and was already active. His agile body darted left and right, and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was

him play as she nibbled on one of

and if she hadn’t met

eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She

the court and that he had passed it

glance, and

grab it, and they couldn’t steal

near him, then wait for a chance

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

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 their attacks with

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike

He said, “Aunt Sophia, look

reckoned Michael

one of their chicken wings! Did he have to

“Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and

gone too far to pick on a

then rushed up to