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.

skin was 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

even had the mentality that a person’s skin 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

fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from

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

social standing just by looking

he’s only fifteen, but he already has

figuring out ways to get the bracelet back.

belongings and turned around

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

basketball, so I can’t eat

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

it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that

was only fifteen years

watched him play as she nibbled on one

if she hadn’t met Michael, she would have

cute with those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to place him

the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who

He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two

and

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

the court, Michael immediately made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long

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

showed were unlike that of a

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

reckoned Michael had a

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

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

that Michael had gone too far to pick

then rushed up