“Since he's useless, why do you keep him around?” asked Genevieve quizzically.
All Genevieve got in response was Charlotte's mysterious smile as she said, “It's a good life. He's
obedient and not clingy. Out of all the boyfriends I've had, I'm the most satisfied with him in particular.”
Genevieve was rendered speechless.
Tonight, Genevieve had effectively sought justice for Charlotte as well, which left the latter in high
spirits. Insisting on giving Genevieve a treat, Charlotte then dragged her toward No Man's Land to
celebrate.
It so happened that Charlotte's other friends were there too. Hence, she reserved a luxurious booth
where everyone sat around, playing drinking games and having fun. Even Genevieve was forced to
participate.
Genevieve rarely went to bars, but she was shrewd. She knew that drinking games were a way to get
other people drunk.
While everyone else started flushing and slurring from the alcohol, she remained alert.
After one round, Genevieve sat down on a sofa in the corner. When she pulled out her phone, she saw
that she had received a WhatsApp message.
Armand had texted to inform her that his dinner was over and was inquiring about her whereabouts.
Genevieve promptly sent him the bar's location. She did not like the smell of cigarettes and booze and
wanted to leave, so she decided to say goodbye to Charlotte.
Charlotte offered, “I'll take you home.”
“There's no need. I only had one beer.” Genevieve waved Charlotte away and reached down to grab
her purse.
As Genevieve walked through the lively nightclub and headed toward the exit, she caught wind of faint
classical music amid the bass-heavy electro music coming from the speakers. It sounded as if
someone's phone was ringing.
The song was like a needle that jabbed straight into her brain. Genevieve clutched her head and bent
over as the searing pain rendered her breathless.
A clubber who had just entered noticed that Genevieve was bent over and shaking, so he politely
helped her up.
“Hey, are you all right?”
“I'm fine. Thanks for helping me.” Genevieve massaged her sore temples, thinking it was due to the
nightclub music being too loud. She quickly hurried out.
When she arrived at the door and felt the cool, night breeze, she found that the pain had subsided.
Genevieve rummaged through her bag for her phone to ask if Armand had arrived when she suddenly
noticed a black car slowing down near her.
Even though the window was not rolled down, Genevieve knew who it was. Clutching her purse, she
trotted over.
Armand emerged from the driver's seat. When he straightened himself, he saw Genevieve walking
toward him. She was dressed in a slip dress dotted with abstract yellow flowers. Her pale skin was
already fair, but it glowed under the dazzling moonlight. Her jet-black hair hung loose, covering her
beautiful shoulders.
She looked wonderfully picturesque, making no effort to hide her beauty.
Armand saw his wife every day, but he was always mesmerized by her gorgeousness.
He walked over to open the door to the passenger seat for her.
“Why did you drive on your own?” asked Genevieve. “It's illegal to drink and drive.”
“We were talking shop all night. I did not drink at all.” After she had entered the car, Armand tilted her
face toward him and kissed her gently on her lips.
He then fastened her seatbelt and said in a low voice, “But I think I'm a little drunk on your looks after
seeing you.”
“Quit being a tease.” Genevieve gently pushed his face away. “I don't want to be photographed by
anyone.”
Armand smiled and moved back to close the door.
When they arrived at Regality Gardens, Armand set the table. After fiddling with placemats and cutlery,
he entered the kitchen again to bring out the food.
Armand then exited the kitchen holding a bowl of salad and a roast chicken. The smell permeated the
air, filling the dining room with a pleasant aroma.
Genevieve eyed the chicken as her mouth watered but insistently said, “I mentioned wanting to lose
weight by eating less at night. I've been good for three days so far. Can you cut me half an apple
instead?”
“Apples have quite a bit of sugar in them. Why not have some chicken?” Armand had begun to plate
the food when he said, “Chicken is high in protein. Eating a bit more of this isn't going to make you fat.”
“All right.” Genevieve eventually caved in and replied, “Since I won't get fat from this, I'll have some.”
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