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.

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

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

had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from

private trainers to keep them in shape. With

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

already has muscles, Sophia thought as she

back. Bailey suddenly stood up

up his belongings and turned around to go to

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

play 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

all the while thinking to himself, He’s the

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

she

if she hadn’t

that beautiful face… She had the

off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that

meaningful glance,

grab it, and they

only choice was to stay near him, then wait

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

felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back

and tranquility he showed were unlike that of a fifteen-year-old

something was up. He

reckoned

was eat one of their chicken wings! Did he

Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying

that Michael had gone too far

then rushed up to the court with