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.

fondness for his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was

fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a

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

rich could hire professional dieticians and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they

one could tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing just

he already has muscles,

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

belongings and turned around to go

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

replied, “I’m going to play basketball, so I can’t

Bailey didn’t want it, 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

tore fiercely into it, all

left and right, and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a

watched him play as she

and if she hadn’t met Michael, she would have

those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the

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

glance, and the two

publicly grab it, and they couldn’t

near him, then wait for a chance to

Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the

why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but

tranquility he showed were unlike that of a fifteen-year-old

who was by the sidelines watching the game, could tell that something was up. He said,

head, Sophia reckoned Michael had

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

at Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and

Michael had gone too far to pick on

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up to the court