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.

his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair 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

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

had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly

private trainers to keep them in shape. With the

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

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

to get the bracelet back. Bailey

he picked up his belongings and turned

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

to play basketball, so I can’t eat

Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t

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

and 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

she nibbled on one of

she was a few years younger, and if she hadn’t met Michael, she

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

he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing to one

glance, and the two of them

and they couldn’t steal

then

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

much, but since they were

and tranquility he showed were unlike that of

was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my

Sophia reckoned Michael

of their chicken

Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying

had gone too far to pick on

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up to the