My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Getting Lively In The House

Queenie gritted her teeth as she went to the restaurant’s restroom to change into a bikini.

She thought of escaping, but there was only a single entrance to the place. If Queenie wanted to leave,

she had to pass by the hall to the kitchen. By doing so, she would be spotted by Patrick and the rest.

After stalling for a while to buy time for herself, Queenie walked out of the restaurant.

Patrick asked, “Why aren’t you dancing?” Then, he hummed understandingly, “Oh, I know. Is it because

there is no music? All right. I’ll play a song for you.”

As he said that, he turned on the music player, and a sexy song started blaring immediately.

Queenie scanned her surroundings. People had started gathering around her while the restaurant’s

customers had turned their attention toward the crowd outside the windows, trying to see what was

happening.

With a forced smile, she looked at Genevieve.

“Do you have to do this, Genevieve?” Queenie clenched her teeth. The arrogant attitude she had

displayed yesterday disappeared without a trace. She lowered her voice and said, “We will be

colleagues in the future…”

Genevieve was standing among the crowd when she heard Queenie’s words. She parted her red lips

and replied in an apathetic tone, “Dance now, Ms. Lane.”

She knew very well that Queenie would have asked her to do something even more ridiculous if she

was the one who lost the bet.

Then, a resentful Queenie started dancing amidst the crowd’s cheers and applause. When she noticed

Patrick was recording a video of her, she freaked out and turned her head to the side.

“Come on, Queenie. Don’t hide!” Patrick urged, “The loser has to dance while someone records the

video. You will have to share it on Twitter for a week too. Since nobody is doing the honor of videoing

you, I’ll be the one to take up the task!”

Queenie felt frustration rise within her when she heard Patrick’s words. Enraged, she bit her lips so

hard that they bled. She made up her mind.

I’ll remember this humiliation!

While the onlookers were busy checking out Queenie’s dance, a black Maserati drove past the

restaurant slowly.

A woman poked her head out of the backseat and peered at the crowd.

Even though she looked great for her age, as there was not a single wrinkle on her flawless, smooth

skin, her steely, deep-set eyes told stories and showed that she was not that young. Meanwhile, a

beauty mark on the corner of her left eye softened her sharp features.

The woman slightly narrowed her eyes. She stared at the slim figure standing among the crowd. “Have

Genevieve and Cooper separated?”

“They divorced about a month ago,” The driver reported. He knew the woman had been occupied

recently, so she might not be up-to-date with the latest happenings in Jadeborough. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

He continued, “Genevieve was meeting a man secretly in the hotel when Cooper caught her in the act.

Cooper forced her to give up everything, including her company, during the divorce. Genevieve’s

grandma passed away around the same time too.”

“Is that so?” The woman’s eyes turned frostier as she seemingly recalled something from her

memories.

“There’s something else you need to know.” The driver observed the woman through the rearview

mirror. “The man Genevieve met secretly was Mr. Armand.”

“Oh?” The woman’s eyes flickered. “What happened?”

“Old Mrs. Faulkner tried to set up Mr. Armand, but he found out about it, so he requested to switch the

room.” The driver’s expression changed. “Mr. Armand seems to have taken a liking to Genevieve. They

registered their marriage at the Jadeborough City Hall recently.”

A look of interest appeared on the woman’s face when she heard that. “It looks like it’s going to get

lively in the house soon.”

Changing her mind, she continued, “Forget about the hotel. Let’s head home.”

“Sure.”

As the car slowly moved away from the buzzing restaurant, the woman took another look at the crowd.

She retracted her gaze before remarking, “I need you to do something for me.”

After the black Maserati left the scene, a Mercedes-Benz stopped where the vehicle had parked earlier.

A middle-aged man in a suit descended from it with a bunch of rare, black roses in his hand. He

headed straight for the crowd.

“Wow! These black roses are gorgeous!” someone shouted in the crowd.

Everyone diverted their attention to the middle-aged man immediately.

The commotion caught Genevieve’s attention too.

She thought someone had ordered these roses in preparation for a proposal, so Genevieve made way

for the man to walk past as he slowly walked in her direction.

Little did she expect the man to stop before her with a respectful bow. He presented the black roses

and a black velvet box to her as he said politely, “Ms. Rachford, these flowers and gifts are from our

boss.”

Genevieve was taken aback. She asked, “Who is your boss?”

The middle-aged man smiled while he remained in the stance of a bow. “Ms. Rachford, please accept

these gifts so I can finish my task.”

Genevieve remained silent as she tried to suss out the boss mentioned by the man before her.

Meanwhile, Patrick accepted the gift on behalf of her. Then, he opened the black velvet box. There was

a vast, brilliant pink diamond ring inside.