Novel & Cerita My Husband Has Become A Grumpy Old Man

Not in this condition. His jaw tightened as his gaze locked onto me. He looked like he was waiting for an explanation from me. I did not even know what to say to him. Seconds later, he released a gentle sarcastic laugh from being impatient. “Seriously?” he sarcastically said. “Are you an irresponsible wife now? Your husband has been injured in a hospital, and yet you were nowhere to be found earlier?” he said, annoyed. Even though he was annoyed, he sounded less annoyed now unlike the old times when I could really feel that my presence annoyed him so much. Maybe because he had no energy now.

She was moaning with pleasure, riding the old man like it was the best sex of her life. Gray was so disgusted he broke up with her right then and there. Didn’t give her a chance to speak. What was there to say? That sight was more than enough. She didn’t deserve to be his wife. What made it worse? Her stepfather was married to her mother. The man she was riding was seventy-five years old. She was twenty-six. He was practically her grandfather. That memory destroyed Gray. It ruined his mental health and killed his sex drive. For months, he felt nothing but revulsion.

I felt like working in an office or something, wear a fucking suit but then I didn’t quite appreciate seeing this wife of mine. If I could even find a day and night job and not see her at all. She walked into the living room. “You’re home.” She cooed, hurrying up to me. “What happened to your face, honey?” Alora asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s nothing.” “This doesn’t look like nothing. You got into a fight? Who dare put their filthy hands on my husband?!” Even when she tried to be sweet, I still found her annoying. I didn’t even know why.

a voice interrupted my thoughts, unmistakably familiar. He embraced me once more, and in that moment, it felt as if time had stood still. Our marriage, still as sweet as that very first kiss, had stood the test of time. We both may be showing signs of aging, nearing our 50s, but my husband remained as captivating as ever. “Love, you seem lost in thought again. Are you tired? I told you to let Karen handle the preparation,” my husband expressed her concern. “Lucas, I'm still strong. I may have a few wrinkles, a few imperfections, but I'm still strong,” I playfully retorted.

I cut her off "I don't know why you're so eager to find out if my husband is a horrible man but let me put your mind to rest. "My husband is a great man who cares about me. Unlike the man you are married to, Karl doesn't find it funny to comment on my every move. He doesn't find it as a sport to put me down. And he most definitely doesn't need to feel like a man by putting me down. "I get that Grazie Chaw is a horrible person. He's a shity father so i doubt he'd be a good husband. But my Karl is not like my father. He doesn't find pleasure in bitting the crap out of me."

However, the elderly man appeared calm and observant. When dad got married to mum, a lady recommended by him, grandfather was proud that his son could finally settle down after so many years of waywardness with ladies. He promised him so many things concerning his corporation, which made dad try hard to keep with the marriage. Soon days to months, months to years, she could never do anything to please him. He was not used to having a lady around that was being tied to him, so he was venting all his frustration on her. She wasn't good enough in his own perception.

"An old man like me, if sitting at the bar, would look like a man hungry for affection. I don't want to be approached by women who think of me like that, I have perfect love for one woman." "Stop!"Grace's hand towards Mr.Charmond's mouth."I already know what you're saying, you're going to say something I already know the answer to." Her eyes rolled in annoyance. Mr.Charmond laughing, the sound of music ushered in a very bright morning, enough to help Grace's feelings last night which were very bad. Even though she admitted that with Mr.Charmond's efforts to calm down, felt like she had found a father figure in a daughter who was in a breakup. Confusing, because Mr.Charmond is her husband.But

I shook my head and giggled. His face suddenly became serious as he stared at me that made me stop from laughing. “I still can’t believe you married me.” “I’d say the same to you, dummy.” I lovingly kissed him. “Did you bewitch me?” “Wow! Dream on mister!” I snorted. He chuckled. “I suddenly remembered how grumpy you were before… It made me wonder if you were going through your menopausal period at that time we met…” “What?!” I hit him. “I’m too young enter that phase!”

He answered casually. “Oh my God! You are 38! What should I call you, Papito?” I asked in a mocking tone. He laughed. “That actually sounds sexy, I like it.” I made a disgusted face. I couldn’t believe he was that old, I am married to someone close to forty. How come he looks nothing above 30? “Oh my God. I have been fooled! My husband is a grandpa!” I blurted. He burst into laughter. “Okay, now you are just exaggerating. And you are making me feel like a pedophile.”

The old man has gray hair and a beard but his spirit is still very clear, his face is full of age traces and has the mischievousness of a child. "Thank you for helping to take care of my Harry, already causing you more trouble." Grainne stooped to thank the old man. "Haha, nothing is nothing, an old man like me, having to spend the last days of his life here, is not interesting, Harry is nimble and cute, on the contrary, it makes me less bored." The old man lovingly looked at the melon-haired boy in front of him, his eyes full of love. Then he turned to Carwyn beside him and said a little sulkily, "You're already thirty years old and you don't have a girlfriend, marriage is even more distant