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.

longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored

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 to hire a private trainer, the foreigners were usually plump and overweight. Not to mention,

skin and was fat, they were undoubtedly from

keep them in shape. With the

financial status and social standing just by

has muscles,

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

he picked up his belongings and turned around to

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

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

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

piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s

and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen

play as she nibbled on one of the

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

that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire

as he got on the court and

cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and

grab it, and they couldn’t steal it

stay near him, then wait for a chance to take

converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him, they would

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 showed were unlike that of a fifteen-year-old

the game, could tell that something was up. He

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a

Bailey did was eat one of their chicken wings!

anxiously at Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr.

too felt that Michael had gone too far to pick on a

then rushed up to the court with