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My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1077

About My Dreamy Old Husband - Chapter 1077

My Dreamy Old Husband is the best current series by the author Internet. The Chapter 1077 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 1077 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

Mark was very nervous. “Hurry, let’s get in the car. I’m already ‘dead’, so I can’t be seen walking around out here.”

The group hurriedly got into the car and drove to Sophia’s home, The Imperial. Although Sophia and Michael had eaten dinner with Louis today, they didn’t eat much because they had already received a call saying that Cooper and Linus were coming over. Sophia hurried home and prepared for their visit; she needed to eat with them too.

When they got home, Michael had already prepared a glass case and put the harp in the living room as a decoration. Sophia could not play it, but such a rare item could not be hidden away. So, it was only right that he placed it in the living room as a decoration. There was also Louis’ autograph on it, which made the harp even more impressive than it already was.

The glass case that contained the harp was thick, dust-proof, moisture-proof, bullet-proof, and most importantly, anti-orange-cat. If the harp was left out in the open, it would be completely ruined by the orange cats at home within one day. Even if the orange cats didn’t ruin it, Richie Edwards would try its hardest to scratch it.

As Michael watched the harp being placed down in the living room, he glanced around and saw the big fat cats in the room had already begun to stare at it. Frowning, he asked Sophia, “Chica, why do I feel that there are more and more cats around?” He had neutered and given away most of them last year, keeping only those personally remembered, such as Chrysanthemum, Simba, Scorchy, Garfield, and that grassland cat Leapy. Sunset and its babies were also taken away by Stanley. All the rest were given away to adoptive families, so only seven or eight cats were left. But today, he could count at least thirty cats in the house!

There were orange cats, black cats, tabby cats, calico cats… He didn’t remember that there were so many cats in his house. Could it be that the neutering was not thorough enough? Or has Sophia started collecting cats behind my back again? Oh my God, we’re back to square one!

With some effort, Carmen picked up an overweight calico cat and said, “Daddy, this is Royal Sweetheart Aristocat!”

Sophia was pouring cat food into bowls, which instantly caused all the cats to charge toward her in a stampede. After feeding the cats, she stroked each of them and took their pictures. “These are the cats from our next-door neighbor. There are more than 300 cats there! It’s amazing! They are all Internet superstars, and they often come over to play.”

Michael was taken aback. Which ‘next-door neighbor’ of theirs had such a wealth of money? Three hundred cats! No matter how wealthy they were, they would become poor instantly. He glanced down at the cat’s collar and suddenly understood which neighbor it was—the ancient Imperial Palace next door.

There were many wooden buildings in the ancient Imperial Palace Museum, which were precious historical sites. However, there were many rats in the ancient Imperial Palace. Just one nibble from the rats would cause distress to the archaeologists for years. Therefore, the ancient Imperial Palace raised many cats to catch the rats, and the cats were numbered. Most of those cats were descended from the favorite pet cats of the emperors and concubines of the ancient Imperial Palace, so the title ‘Royal Sweetheart Aristocat’ was really apt.

 

Sure enough, their house attracted cats. No, it should be Sophia who attracted cats. Maybe it was because she couldn’t give birth anymore that had caused her to be unable to resist little animals and kids.

Michael squatted down and stroked the cat with her. Sophia grabbed his hand and placed it on a cat’s head, then said, “Touch this one. Its fur feels very comfortable to the touch.”

 

Michael touched it for a few seconds before suddenly holding her hand instead. “Nothing feels more comfortable to the touch than you.”

“Such a flir you are…”

When it was getting dark, the night shift security guard of the ancient Imperial Palace came to get the cats to go back to work. How could the cats stay over at their neighbor’s house for food at night when rats were most rampant? That was simply outrageous.

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