My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 601

Ever since Quinton’s death and Linus’ departure, Sophia’s depression had become worse. There were often sleepless nights and splitting headaches.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see a blood-covered Quinton standing in front of her with a contorted face while choking her to death.

“Sophia, you are mine! I was the one who saved your life, so you are mine! Do you hear me? Mine!”

She startled awake before realizing that it was not dawn yet, and the space next to her was empty.

Sophia woke up alone and sat in front of the window. She looked out at the early morning scenery of Bayside City; it was unusually quiet.

She didn’t switch on the lights and allowed the darkness to engulf her whole being.

She was always dreaming about that cold, frosty night on Salvador Island. Her bones were frozen stiff, and she thought she was dead, but vaguely, there was a voice that was calling her over and over again.

He did CPR for her repetitively; his cold fingers skillfully reached into her mouth and nose, clearing out the mud and sand that were blocking her airway.

She took big gulps of fresh air as he held her in his arms. He blocked off most of the cold wind, giving her the little bit of warmth he had.

She remembered all of it…

During this time, Michael was spending more time with her since the incident had caused her too much pain, and she needed time to heal herself.

By the time it was spring season, Sophia was already a sophomore in college. She was still working on her double degree while working at Stanley’s company.

The company had recently created a new mobile game called ‘The Traveling Snail’. It was about raising an electronic pet by feeding the snail in the game everyday and preparing dry food, tents, and amulets for it. When the snail went out traveling, it would mail back postcards and special souvenirs from wherever it was.

Ever since the game was introduced, the response had been so great that it was the talk of town.

“The game has a simple way of playing, so it might get boring very quickly. Don’t get too excited about it just yet,” Stanley slurred out. The game was such a success that the number of downloads were unprecedented, and so the four main members of the company held a celebration party at Sophia’s house.

The table cups and plates were in disarray, and after Stanley had devoured every last drop of the cellar wine, he pestered Sophia for another bottle.

“This is a calm, soothing game, so the number of people topping up in the game is very few, and the recharge revenue is not much. We could rely on marketing and word of mouth to temporarily harvest the sales, but it would not be a long term solution,” Sean commented.

As the four of them were discussing the future of the company, Sophia peeled a boiled peanut and spoke, “Our main objective now would be to attract the attention to the other products of our company to traffic monetization.”

Sarah chipped in, “Maybe put in more top-up functions, like paid movies or paid novels, to ensure a speedy monetization.”

“The snail’s gameplay has to be constantly updated too.”

“And we could take in some ads to maintain the operation of the company, and it would look better on our financial statements.”

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As they were discussing their work and the company, the topic eventually led to Michael.

“What has my uncle been doing lately? Hurry up and get him to advertise our game!” Stanley huffed loudly.

Sophia replied, “Your uncle is busy!”

“Then what about that little brat, Nate?”

Although Celine was back, her mental state still required time to recover. Justin was accompanying her at the hospital, and Nathan would stay over for 2 days, then occasionally come to Sophia’s for 2 days; he never stayed in a fixed place.