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.

skin

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 was fat,

professional dieticians and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the

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

he already has muscles, Sophia thought as she ogled

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

his belongings and turned around to go to

chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia called after him in a hurried

play basketball, so I

the chance to take it. Chewing on a pork

all

had arrived at the 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 height

play as she nibbled on one of

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

long eyelashes, long legs, and that beautiful face… She had the sudden desire to

noticed that Bailey had taken off his bracelet as soon as he got on the

lit up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance,

grab it, and they couldn’t steal

him, then wait for a chance to take back

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

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

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

head, Sophia reckoned

one of their chicken wings! Did he have to be so

look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey;

had gone too far to pick on a

then rushed