My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 430

It didn't take long before Denise made her way to him and spoke in a meek tone. “I'm so sorry, Timothy. I'm the reason your wife is angry... I-I'll apologize to her.”

A hint of distaste and annoyance welled up in Timothy's heart when he saw how pretentious she was.

However, he soon thought about how she was the only girl left in the Wallowitz family, and that made it impossible for him to stay mad at her. He simply massaged his numb face.

“There is no need to apologize for anything because it has nothing to do with you.”

Timothy retrieved a cash card from his pocket and handed it to Denise. “Go buy anything you want. I have to hurry back to the hospital because I have a night shift.”

“Okay,” replied Denise. She nodded obediently and left with the card.

Johanna helped Genevieve out of the shopping mall and was surprised to see that it was raining.

Worried, the former held the latter's hand and asked, “Genev, are you okay?”

“It's fine. I didn't fall that hard,” answered Genevieve. Her hand no longer hurt. “Do you know that girl from earlier?”

Johanna shrugged and replied in a nonchalant tone. “He has dozens of friends, so it's not strange that I don't know all of them. Still, I am surprised to see him hurt you like that. That is so mean!”

Johanna wouldn't care, even if Timothy stayed out all night every day, but she would not stand idly by if he were to hurt Genevieve.

if it hadn't been for Genevieve, I wouldn't even be here now.

Genevieve draped her arm over Johanna's shoulders and sighed. “At first, I wanted to give you some advice, but my love life is in a mess as well, so I have no idea how to help you.”

“Why would I need help?” said Johanna as she smiled. “That is how love is, right? We get together if we're a good match, and we fall apart if we're not. Divorce is not the end. In fact, getting a divorce might be a good thing. Who knows? Maybe the next guy will be nicer.”

“You are much more rational than I am,” commented Genevieve. “You have always been this way and are decisive. I'm kinda jealous about that.”

Genevieve suddenly realized that she was too emotional. Letting her heart roam freely had caused her too much pain.

“Actually, I envy you, Genev,” replied Johanna. She pursed her lips a little and sounded genuinely envious when she said those words. “At the very least, someone loved you with all his heart. I don't even have that.”

It didn't matter if it was Genevieve's parents, who had passed, or Cooper, or Armand. Everyone loved her dearly.

Something about the car looks familiar...

“Gimme your car keys. You don't expect me to hail a cab, do you?” replied Johanna in exasperation.

“I never said I'd let him give me a ride home.”

“Oh, puh-lease. You always say stuff like that, but you won't actually be thrilled to see some other woman in Mr. Faulkner's car,” teased Johanna before she giggled and fished the car keys right out of Genevieve's bag.

After that, she dragged Genevieve toward the Maybach and knocked on the car's window.

It took some time before the window was rolled down, and a handsome face wearing a warm smile showed up.

His gaze was oozing tenderness when he scanned ahead and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“It's raining heavily, Armand, and we can't hail a cab,” said Johanna as she shoved Genevieve toward the car and smiled brightly. “Please take Genev home for me.”

Armand checked his watch and politely declined. “Sorry, but I am waiting for someone.”