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

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 foreigners were usually plump and overweight. Not to mention, they worked

and was

and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could go on vacations to

financial status and social standing just by looking at his figure and

he already has muscles, Sophia thought as

was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done eating. Thank you for

picked up his belongings and

eat more! I still have pork trotters and some

basketball,

on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork trotters, you can give them

piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while

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

she nibbled on one of the

was a few years younger, and if

long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She

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

up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance,

and they couldn’t steal

then wait for a chance to take back

Bailey from both

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

showed were unlike that

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

Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

their chicken wings! Did he have

look! Daddy is bullying

Michael had gone too far to pick

rushed up to the court