My Dreamy Old Husband

Upon hearing Bailey’s voice, Hope seemed to give a loving smile. This is expected from the old son-in-law. He has become more successful over the years to the point where even Cooper is shocked.

The more successful the old son-in-law became, the prouder Hope felt—although there was still a long way for him to go.

He uttered in a straightforward manner, “This is what happened—today, someone reported that one of the students from our class went to a nightclub last night. The student said that he was supposed to meet you there, so he had no choice but to enter the nightclub. Well, I’m sure that you are aware that students, who are minors, are not allowed to visit a nightclub. However, it would be another story if it was true that it was you who requested to meet the student there.”

Bailey asked, “What’s the name of that student?”

Hope replied, “Oh, his name is Flynn Clark. You must have an impression of him if you have met him before—he looks a lot like Taylor Murray.”

At that moment, Flynn was brimming with pride. I am someone whom Bailey has requested to meet!

Unexpectedly, the voice from the other end of the line instantly shattered his confidence. “I’ve never met him before.”

The whole class fell silent. Flynn’s expression tremendously changed and his face blanched.

As Hope felt awkward by the turn of events, he immediately apologized to Bailey.

The scene was so embarrassing that even words could not describe it. The students whispered among themselves and discussed Flynn in groups of two or three—words of disdain, suspicion, gloat and the like spread throughout the class, but none of them were positive words. Flynn, who was humiliated in public, felt so embarrassed and felt that he was being burnt in fire.

Every glance that the students cast at him resembled a handful of cumin and pepper of sin being sprinkled at him.

No, there must be a misunderstanding. Bailey was the one who requested to meet me.

He calmly thought about the events that happened and finally recalled it. After he entered the private room, before he could speak to Bailey, he was interrupted by Carmen, who rushed into the room. Then, he was driven away by the security guard.

Bailey never noticed Flynn in the first place, so it would only be natural for the former to reply that he had never seen him!

did he not manage to speak to Bailey, but he was humiliated in public today and he would even need

pointed at Carmen, who was beside him, and loudly reported, “Mr. Fletcher, I have something to report too—Carmen went

class burst into an uproar and everyone looked at her in disbelief. Everyone’s impression of her was a boring nerd who wore glasses all day long and never wore makeup. A girl like her actually went to the nightclub

the kind of night club, which Flynn had gone to, would probably be high-end. Was she able to enter that sort of a place with

a high school student named Carmen Fletcher who was

whole class fell

her, but

expression changed—it transitioned from

which made everyone turn to the source of laughter in unison. It was Carmen and she was seen

as well as the excuse she used when she lied to the security guard last

it was just a fleeting smile, which was quickly replaced by a stern, nerd look, the blush on her face revealed her

green eyes on the other side of the phone was resting his eyes in the car. Upon hearing her gentle chuckle through

simultaneously made him recall her

“Bailey, drink some water!”

“Bailey, eat some apples!”

“Bailey, goodbye.”

recognized her the moment she appeared although they were far apart from each other. Her looks showed that she did not become uglier as

Hope hung up on the call after some exchange of pleasantries. Then, his smile was instantly replaced by gloom as he glared at Flynn. How dare he lie in front of the old

move your desk

was still immersed in his anger from Carmen’s laugh of ‘mockery’,

of them knew what that seat represented—only the naughtiest and most disobedient student with the

elite student like Flynn, sitting there would be a

He was puzzled. “Sir!”

in displeasure. “Alright, let’s start our self-study session. We will have to spell 50 Spanish words in 20

to the ‘royal throne’—a seat which was forever filled with the