My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 929

Just then, Michael learned about what Sophia had done.

“I just thought it would be fun…” she mumbled.

Who knew it would become such a big deal? Now, there was nothing they could do!

Michael got up and leashed the husky to the cat’s kennel, coming back to pick up where he left off.

After spending the night at Sophia’s, Michael got up to leave early in the morning. Before leaving, he turned to look back at Sophia who was sleeping soundly and kneeled down next to the bed. Quietly, he watched her as she slept.

It would be a few months before he would see her again…

In the end, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Wait for me!

In the cat’s kennel, Judge realized Michael was awake and he whined. Michael quickly took it away before it destroyed Sophia’s house.

After getting out of the cat’s kennel, Judge led Michael to the dog door and crawled out of it.

The dog door at the mistress’ residence was installed when Sophia got the place. It was installed specifically to make going in or out easier for Bubbles, which was why it was designed to be large enough for a giant poodle. As such, Michael could crawl out of it easily.

When he crawled out, the sky was just starting to get bright. Last night, Sophia had turned on the timer to reactivate the security system, so he had ten minutes to leave. After crawling out of the dog door, he looked back and thought it was relatively easy before crawling out of the next door.

It snowed the night before and it was still snowing a little now while the sky was still dark. When Michael was crawling out, he was covered in mud and snow. The moment his head had come out of the door, Judge’s rear was just a few centimetres away from his nose. Michael instantly moved back before the unthinkable happened.

At that moment, Judge suddenly wailed. When Michael looked clearly, he realized the dog was being restrained by someone.

Ten minutes had passed and the security system restarted. Instantly, the lights came on and the dark house was illuminated.

Just then, a pair of long legs clad in suit pants appeared less than three meters away from Michael. Looking up, he saw Cooper had on an ice cold expression that was comparable to the winter snow.

Meanwhile, standing behind Cooper was a group of men, all of them expressionless as they watched Michael crawl through the dog door.

Half of Michael’s body was out of the dog door; he couldn’t go back nor could he continue on forward, so he had no choice but to meet Cooper’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Judge was heard wailing as he was being held by Dimon.

Then, Cooper turned around and coldly said in an icy voice, “Shut up. Do you want me to make you into stew?”

Sensing his murderous aura, Judge became silent. Its blue eyes focused on Michael and Cooper.

Under everyone’s gaze, Michael calmly crawled out and swatted the dirt off his clothes. Casually, he waved at Cooper. “Hey Dad, out for a run this early?”

At that moment, Cooper’s face was as cold as a frozen lake in winter as it cracked into pieces from his shock and anger.

He refused to speak to Michael.

In fact, he had nothing to say to the dog-door-crawling rat.

Hale, Gary, and the others had long been captured by Cooper’s men. They were all standing off to one side as they looked innocently at Michael.

Slowly walking away, Cooper’s black leather shoes left heavy footprints on the snow-covered ground. “Mr. Michael, I’ve prepared a hearty breakfast for you. Hit the road when you’re done.”

Upon hearing this, Michael was frightened.

Before he could say anything, Dimon came forward. “This way.”