Novel & Cerita How Old Is Henry Bowers

he smiled, but it looked forced. “My mother? What's she got to do with all these?” “What's your birthdate?” He asked instead of answering my question, looking intently at me as if he were afraid he might miss something if he removed his focus from me. “June 16 2003,” I answered, with my brows raised, wondering what my birthdate had got to do with all this. Henry gasped, rose from the bed and took a step back, gaping at me in shock. “What's wrong, honey?” Favour held his right hand in hers.

But Oliver's relationship with Henry was different, and Natalie didn't like Henry either. "I'll prepare it myself." Oliver called for Liam and gave him a few instructions regarding the gift. Liam frowned and hesitated, "Sir, is it really a good idea to do this?" Oliver's icy gaze swept over. Liam promptly said, "Yes, I'll take care of it." Henry's grandson, Adrian, is already twenty-two this year and will turn twenty-three in the coming year. Considering Henry himself is only sixty-three, it is evident how promiscuous he was in his younger days to have such a grown-up grandson.

I humbly replied and stepped inside just to see a boy sitting on a couch and using cellphone. "That’s my son, Henry." She pointed at the boy, whom I have already found out about in Morgan’s documents. He was eighteen years old, and, to be honest, he looked like a five-year-old brat to me. The way he rolled his eyes and then kicked the juice glass far away, only to spill it and then yell at the maid to clean it. I knew he was just like his father. "Bitch! Clean it well!" the boy yelled at the maid again, grunting at her.

That was Henry, a dirty blonde guy in his late twenties who had no filter whatsoever when it came to the things he said and slept around with no intention of settling down. Alden glared at Henry. “Do you really think saying all that will make him feel better? Can't you see he looks miserable as it is?” Alden, also in his late twenties, was tall with dark hair and easily the most handsome among them. He was usually the voice of reason. “Oh, please,” Henry rolled his eyes. “He's going to get over it soon. The fact that that lowlife is finally out of his life is so much better. She never deserved to mingle with people like us anyway.”