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.

complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like

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 foreigners were usually plump

a person had fair skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly

keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they

Bailey’s financial status and social standing

he already has muscles,

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

he picked up his belongings and turned around

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

play basketball, so I can’t

Stanley gave a ‘whoop’ 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 trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the

the 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

play as she nibbled on one

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

and that beautiful face…

noticed that Bailey had taken off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he

eyes lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two

publicly grab it, and

stay near him, then wait for

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

malice they felt toward him. 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 calmness; it was two

tranquility he showed were

that something was up. He

reckoned Michael had a short

their chicken wings! Did

Daddy

gone too far to pick

mouth, then rushed up