Chapter 310 Rich

I look down at myself and back up to his shocked eyes.

"Shorts," I answer coolly.

"You mean knickers?" He asks.

I'm grinning again.

"No, I mean a shorts skirt," I grab the hem on each leg of my denim shorts and pull them up.

"If they were knickers, they'd look like this. Hubby," I muse.

He gasps a little, still studying the offending my wear.

"Babe, you going to meet My grandfather. So be reasonable and polite," He advice.

"Hubby," I sigh.

"I've told you. If you want long skirts, then go find someone your own age." I pull my shorts skirt back down and kneel to tie the laces of my shoes, ignoring the grumbling and bristling emanating from every delicious fibre of my unreasonable man.

"I'd like to strangle you, my lady," he snaps.

"Why do you do this to me?" He asked.