My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 882

Even if he offered his own flesh and body, it still would not have made a difference.

“Mr. Mitchell, about Sophia and I, don’t you think…” Michael trailed off when he saw the needle again.

Cooper gave him a distasteful look and answered, “Don’t you even think about it!”

Carmen was back with them and she had wrapped herself in Cooper’s arm before dozing off to sleep. Upon looking at her round face in his lap, as cute as she was, she did not have the energy to help to rally support for her father. Michael could only hasten himself.

Michael had no choice but to remain at the film studio for a while, so Sophia figured that they probably would not have time to meet up with each other once she returned to Bayside City. She figured that at the very least, she should have some fun on her last night there.

After they made love, Sophia wanted to take a shower before leaving, but she never expected that Michael was adamant in not allowing her to leave. As a result, she stayed the night with him.

She was enjoying her last round with him in bed when she suddenly heard a booming voice outside the hotel’s window at dawn. It was a woman shrieking hysterically in a piercing voice. “Michael, you better come out now! Come out now! If you don’t, I will kill myself and I will keep to my word! I’ll give you one minute—if you still refuse to come out and give me an explanation, I will jump from here!”

Upon hearing the voice, it sounded like it came from somewhere close by. Because the wee hours of the morning had always been accompanied with silence, the sudden hysterical cries seemed to have traveled at a deafening volume.

Michael rose to his feet and drew the blinds to peek outside. He saw a figure standing on the roof of the hotel next to his. That person was holding a loudspeaker and appeared to be hysterically shouting into it. Isn’t that Irene Weber? He spotted Irene standing alone at the ledge of the building, preparing to jump at any moment as she yelled into the loudspeaker for the entire world to hear.

Michael had only slightly pulled the blinks to reveal a gap, but a ray of light spilled into the hotel room and was reflected in his eyes. His eyes were as dark as black ink as it did not have any expression.

Irene arrived at the film studio and discovered that he was also in the same vicinity to film a movie. However, the film set had bodyguards there—one of them even witnessed his colleagues throwing her out. She wanted to head to Michael’s hotel to harass him, but only knew the name of his accommodation without no knowledge on the floor he was on. The hotel had many entrances and exits, making it impossible for her to block them even if she wanted to. It was also unexpected that she would even threaten to commit suicide in the middle of the night.

With one final glance, he closed the double-layered and sound-proofed warming windows. The minute he did so, everything that happened outside no longer had anything to do with him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Let’s go on.”

If she really wanted to kill herself, she could easily locate one of the nearby skyscrapers and make a grand departure. Instead, she deliberately arrived in the middle of the night to cause a scene. Armed with a loudspeaker, she had created such a huge fuss for the entire world to hear, which did not resemble the behavior of a suicidal person.

In the end, Irene had managed to single-handedly arouse half the city from their sleep in a state of shock. Yet, Michael, who was living in the hotel opposite, was surprised to learn that she jumped from the building, much to his dismay.

By then, the fire brigade had already gathered at the ground floor and was prepared with an inflated air cushion, which they had conveniently prepped, to catch Irene as she landed. It was a pity that she jumped from a building that was only seven to eight stories tall, so she had only suffered superficial injuries and was immediately rushed to the hospital. At dawn, media outlets had caught wind of the story and reported on the coveted love triangle.

Cooper grew up with the local influence and even instilled the same principles in Sophia. Cooked rice? That’s impossible; even if rice was cooked into porridge, it would still be a bowl of sloppy, innocent mush—nothing could change that. Did Michael think that he will be able to have Sophia with him after a night of fun? He must be out of his mind!

Meanwhile, Carmen found the bed that she previously slept on and retrieved the stack of hard-earned money hidden beneath the pillow. She counted all of the money in the pile and securely tied them with an elastic band before shoving it into her backpack. Then, she happily carried her backpack before heading off. This is all my hard-earned money!