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.

in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of

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 the average person couldn’t afford

person had fair skin and was

them in shape. With the money they possessed,

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

fifteen, but he already has muscles, Sophia thought as

was figuring out ways to get the bracelet back. Bailey

that, he picked up his belongings and turned around to go

should eat more! I still have

replied, “I’m going to play basketball, so I

and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since

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

had arrived at 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

watched him play as she nibbled on one of

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

with those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face…

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

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

publicly grab it, and

was to stay near him, then wait for

immediately made his 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

the 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

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike

He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he

head, Sophia reckoned Michael

one of their chicken wings! Did

“Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr.

too felt that Michael had gone too far

then rushed up to the court with