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.

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

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

was fat, they were

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

one could tell Bailey’s financial status and social

he already has

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

and turned around to go

I still

to play basketball, so I can’t eat too

want it, Stanley gave a ‘whoop’ and pounced on the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed,

well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be turned into a

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 height of

play as she nibbled on one of

if she hadn’t met Michael, she

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

that Bailey had taken off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that he had passed it to a bodyguard, who was standing to

eyes lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of them

grab it, and they

near him, then

immediately made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed

they felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much,

courage and tranquility he showed were unlike

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

reckoned Michael had

their chicken wings!

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

Michael had gone too far to

rushed up to the