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!

today and he would even need to bear the consequences of being punished for going to a nightclub. All those were because of

Carmen, who was beside him, and loudly reported, “Mr. Fletcher, I have something to report too—Carmen went to the nightclub last night

of her was a boring nerd who wore glasses all day long and never wore makeup. A girl like

club, which Flynn had gone to, would probably be high-end. Was she able

could reply, a deep and adamant voice was heard from the other end of the line. “I indeed met a high school student named Carmen Fletcher who was working part time in Audistin last night. She was washing plates in the

class

her, but

large blow, Flynn’s expression changed—it transitioned

in unison. It was Carmen and she was

actually remember her as well as the excuse she used when she lied

a fleeting smile, which was quickly replaced by a stern, nerd

resting his eyes in the car. Upon hearing her gentle chuckle through his bluetooth earphone, the corner of his lips curled up into a peculiar

her laughter, which simultaneously made him

“Bailey, drink some water!”

“Bailey, eat some apples!”

“Bailey, goodbye.”

they were in Audistin, he recognized her the moment she appeared although they were far apart from each other. Her looks

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

from today onward, move your desk next

was still immersed in his anger from Carmen’s laugh

that seat represented—only the naughtiest and most disobedient student with

elite student like Flynn, sitting

He was puzzled. “Sir!”

let’s start our self-study session. We will

moved from the seat beside Carmen to the ‘royal throne’—a seat which was forever filled with the smell of marker pen—and became