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My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 39

The training of being a domineering chairman indeed began when one was young.

Nathan brought a bodyguard with him to school, and Sophia was following behind them. She wanted to see the school Nathan was attending.

Since when is there a kindergarten in Bayside University?

Nathan carried a small backpack as he walked around Bayside University familiarly, and he finally arrived before the School of Computer Science after walking for around half an hour. He then walked right into the building.

“Little Master is the only freshman of Bayside University’s School of Computer Science for this year,” the bodyguard informed Sophia out of kindness as he saw her being so curious.

Sophia kept quiet.

She sneaked into a toilet, got changed, and removed her makeup after sending Nathan to his classroom. She then stepped on her new hoverboard and went to her own classroom chicly.

Military training was approaching, and the university was starting to hand out uniforms. It was a full set of clothes, including socks, shoes, and hats.

She walked back home with her set of uniform in the evening as she thought about telling Michael about her plan to move into the school dorms.

Nathan had fewer classes than Sophia, and so he came home earlier. When Sophia got home, Nathan was playing games with Michael in the living room. It was one of the simplest, most original fighting games. Michael’s huge hands and Nathan’s little chubby hands were holding the controllers, which were connected to the 100-inch television. The game characters were fighting intensely, and one of them was clearly losing.

 

The atmosphere was different before Sophia came back.

“F*ck! You rascal! I’m your uncle; can’t you be kind to me?”

 

“I have no sympathy toward the weak.”

“Damn you rascal! I’ll KO you until you call me dad!”

“Scoff.”

It was different when Sophia got home.

“Daddy, you are great!”

“Hehe, good boy.”

“Daddy, you are the best!”

“Heh.”

Sophia saw Nathan and Michael putting on their act of being a pair of loving father and son again. She was disgusted.

Psychopaths. They are all psychopaths.

She had dressed up before she got home. She was wearing a dress while holding her limited-edition LV bag as she walked through the door in her 3-inch high heels. Nathan leaped into her arms when she was taking off her shoes. “Mommy, welcome home.”

Sophia took advantage of the situation and rubbed his face. “Thank you. Have you been a good boy?”

“I have been good.” Nathan nodded.

Michael was relieved to see them getting along.

Nathan was mean to him, but it was enough if he was nice to Sophia.

After all, children were the greatest weapons against women.

“Welcome home, honey.” Michael walked forward, grabbed Sophia’s hands, and tried to kiss her. His actions were dramatic. Although Sophia was unwilling and looked despised, she didn’t have a choice but to move forward and give him a peck on his lips.

That feeling was… indescribable.

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