My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 1262

Chapter 1262 Give Him A Chance

Sally peered through the peephole and noticed a woman standing outside the door with a lunchbox. The woman didn't ring the doorbell, but her voice traveled clearly through the door.

“Ms. Loake, I know you're inside. Please open the door.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Sally opened the door and looked at Genevieve, who was clad in a coat. “How did you know I was here?”

Genevieve smiled. “The most dangerous place is sometimes the safest.”

She walked past Sally into the house and opened the lunchbox she brought with her. “Coop told me you like scones. Let's have breakfast together.”

Sally pursed her lips slightly. Then, she walked over to sit across from Genevieve.

Genevieve pushed the box of scones toward her before taking a few sips of the hot soy milk and eating a steamed bun.

None of them said a word as they both took their time savoring the food.

After finishing her bun, Genevieve wiped her hands with a wet tissue. She then leaned back against the chair and fixed her gaze on Sally.

The latter's head was lowered as she munched on her scone, her expression devoid of emotions.

Genevieve said, “I bet Coop hasn't told you that I've already known Armand for a long time. His grandmother is from Jadeborough, so he frequently visits the city. His eyes were severely injured as a result of an accidental explosion, and he was admitted to the hospital. I met him at the hospital, but I didn't realize it at the time...”

She told Sally how Armand mistook Marilyn for her, the events that happened in the Rachford residence afterward, and how she met Armand again.

Genevieve said, “I actually took an oath before too. Marilyn stole a violin that was given to me by a close friend. I wanted to take it back from Marilyn, so I pledged an oath, swearing that I will never tell anyone about how Armand got the wrong person. Now that I think about it, I only did it because I don't want to admit I'm in love with Armand.”

Sally listened to her wordlessly.

Genevieve glanced at Sally. “I know you don't believe in superstitious things. You obviously love Coop. Why won't you give him another chance?”

As Sally listened to Genevieve, she flipped open the album. She noticed that, with the exception of the family portrait on the first page and a few individual photos, the rest of the photos appeared to be oil paintings.

The appearance of the young man, woman, and little girl in the oil paintings seemed to grow and change over the years.

Genevieve glanced at the album and continued in a low murmur, “The fire killed Coop's parents and sister. There was nothing left. All he had left were a few photos that were stored on his phone. Afterward, Coop found a painter and asked him to paint a family portrait of him and his late family members every year.”

When Sally reached the last page of the album, she spotted the date on the oil painting. It was this year's.

The young man and woman had grown into their forties, and the little girl beside them grew to be a gorgeous lady. With one hand on Cooper's shoulder, she tilted her head askew while wearing a faint smile.

Sally found herself tearing up upon thinking about how Cooper lost his parents and sister in a fire when he was only six years old.

How did he brave through the past twenty years or so all alone?