My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 478

Johanna rolled her eyes. “I ate that a long time ago!”

She turned to another page of the menu and continued, “One garlic butter crab—”

“No. Crab contains mercury, which might harm our baby. You can't eat that.”

“What should I eat, then? Should I starve?” Johanna flew into a fit of rage and threw the menu at him.

Timothy instantly coaxed, “Darling, I'm doing this for you and the baby's sake. You can have beef or ribs. They are delicious and can provide you with the protein you need.”

“I hate beef!”

Genevieve finally lost it after they acted all lovey-dovey for some time. Scowling, she grabbed the menu from Timothy. “You can continue to coax her while I place my order!”

She summoned the server and started ordering the food.

Timothy stopped her hastily. “Hey, can you order something else? My darling can't eat these!”

“No! We need to eat, too!” Genevieve rejected him, her face devoid of expression. “You're sitting beside her, right? When the dishes are served, just make sure she doesn't eat them.”

After she ordered the food, Timothy told the server, “I want a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Only fresh oranges... Forget it. Bring me the squeezer and the oranges, and I'll squeeze the juice myself.”

I'll worry if someone else prepares the drink Darling drinks.

The server walked out with the menu, visibly stunned by his request.

Genevieve mocked, “Dr. Jensen, the chef will put many seasonings that might be harmful to pregnant women when he cooks. Why don't you cook the food yourself?”

As Genevieve had helped him get his wife back, Timothy simply chuckled and didn't talk back to her.

He poured Genevieve a cup of tea. “I'm used to scalpels, so I can't hold choppers. Armand, unlike me, can cook well.”

Turning to Timothy, she ordered, “Hubby, squeeze another glass of orange juice for Genev. We can't be like someone who looks like a gentleman but is, in fact, a petty man.”

“Sure!” Timothy would do anything she asked him to do.

He had just picked up an orange from the plate when Armand rose to his feet with a scowl on his face. The latter then removed his squared cufflinks and placed them beside his cup before wiping his hands with a hot towel.

Timothy immediately offered the oranges to him.

Armand harrumphed softly as he cut the orange into half and placed one half into the squeezer.

Soon, a glass of freshly pressed orange juice appeared before Genevieve.

“Thank you, Mr. Faulkner!” Genevieve said cheerfully. She took two sips of it. Mm, how sweet. This is better than the juice Rosa squeezed for me.