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.

foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted their skin to achieve this

people even had the mentality that a 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 to hire a private trainer, the foreigners were usually plump and overweight. Not to mention, they worked long hours and had no time for vacation, so

and was fat,

dieticians and private trainers to keep them in

could tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by looking at his

but he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she

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

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

ate an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still

basketball,

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

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

was only fifteen years old, but he was already a

as she

and if she hadn’t met Michael, she would

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

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

glance, and the two of them went up to the

grab it, and they

to stay near him, then wait for a chance to take

and Nathan converged on Bailey from both

resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down. He would meet their attacks with calmness;

showed were unlike

something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being

head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

their chicken wings! Did he

Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go

Michael had gone too far to pick on

mouth, then rushed