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.

mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty of people enjoyed sunbathing because they wanted

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

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

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

tell Bailey’s financial status and social

he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she ogled

the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said,

belongings and turned around to

I still have

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

on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork trotters, you can give them all

and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself,

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

play as she nibbled

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

with those long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to place him

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

choice was to stay near him, then wait for a chance

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

He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back down. He would meet their attacks with calmness; it was two against

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike that of

game, could tell that something was up. He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he being so

head, Sophia reckoned Michael

chicken wings! Did he have to be so

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

had gone

rushed up to