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.

mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted their skin to achieve this shade of

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

a person had fair skin and was fat, they were

trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could

and social standing just by

he already has muscles, Sophia

hand, was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said,

picked up his belongings and turned around

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

going to play basketball, so I can’t eat too

‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter,

all the while thinking

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

watched him play as she nibbled

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

so cute with those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had

on the court and that he had passed it to a

He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of

and they couldn’t steal it

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

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

him so much, but

showed were

could tell that something was up. He said,

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael

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

look! Daddy is bullying Mr.

that Michael had gone too far

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up