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.

fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his

and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a private trainer, the foreigners

skin and was fat,

to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed,

could tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing

he already has

bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m done

he picked up his belongings and turned

only ate an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia

play basketball, so I can’t eat

the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to

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

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 he was already a little taller than Nathan. At an estimated

him play as she

she was a few years younger, and if

and that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to place him under her

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

glance, and the two of them went up to the

couldn’t publicly grab it, and they

him, then wait for a chance to take back

the court, Michael immediately made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as

He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were

courage and tranquility he showed were

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

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael had a short

did was eat one of their chicken

Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey;

had gone too

rushed