My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 544

Seeing that Genevieve was pointing at the yarn plushie hanging from his car key, Bruce pondered for a while before admitting, “When Steven drove me to an event back then, I found this plushie hanging on the rear view mirror incredibly adorable, so I asked him for it.”

Genevieve opened her mouth to say something or other, but it then occurred to her that it was inappropriate to ask for the return of something that was given away.

Besides, Armand is already gone.

She placed the car key back on the table. “Indeed, it's quite adorable.”

Then, she snagged her handbag from the couch and got to her feet. “Since you've taken your medicine, have a good rest. There's no need to see me out.”

Bruce's eyes dimmed. “Okay.”

After Genevieve had gone down to the first floor and exited the condominium, she abruptly recalled the man's abnormal complexion. For some inexplicable reason, worry swamped her. Besides, she also remembered that she had something important to tell him.

She stood at the building entrance for a few minutes before whirling around and heading to the condominium's front desk.

In truth, Bruce merely had a mild cold. He only wanted to find an excuse to devise a coincidental encounter with Genevieve and have her drive him home out of sympathy.

Therefore, he put away his weak look after she had left. He went to the pantry and poured himself an iced soda.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang no sooner had he taken a sip.

He walked over to the doorway with the glass in hand. As soon as he saw that it was Genevieve through the peephole, he immediately crept back to the pantry and tossed the soda. Then, he poured himself a glass of hot water. After blowing for a bit, he drank a few mouthfuls.

When sweat had beaded on his forehead, he dragged his “heavy” body over to open the door.

Noticing the sweat on the man's forehead, Genevieve questioned in surprise, “Didn't you just take your cold medicine? Why do you still look so sick?”

“Perhaps it's only been a while, so the medication hasn't taken effect. Is something the matter, Ms. Rachford?” Bruce gave a cough and swung open the door to allow her in.

“I arbitrarily accepted a movie on your behalf. You'll be receiving the contract in a few days,” Genevieve uttered guiltily.

“It's okay as long as it's not a romance film. I've only got an ongoing movie at present, for which I'll be going to Frosa next month for a scene filming. When that's finished, the filming will officially wrap up,” Bruce remarked.

Genevieve tactfully changed the subject. “You haven't eaten, have you? Let's eat first and talk later. What would you like to eat?”

She took out her phone and searched for the contact of Golden Restaurant's owner.

Is this really edible?

The cherry tomato was sweet. Complemented by the sourish pickled plum, it was amazingly delicious.

Her eyes lit up at once. “Wow! Who invented this? I didn't know that tomatoes with pickled plums are so delicious!”

Bruce stole a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. When he saw her all excited like a child, a smile bloomed on his face. “Not only are tomatoes with pickled plums delicious, but strawberries with pickled plums are also delectable. Alas, I forgot to buy strawberries when I shopped for groceries the day before.”

“Really? I'll try making it for my daughter when I'm free! She loves eating sweet stuff!” Genevieve commented with a beam as she leaned against the marble counter.

Washing the spinach at the sink, Bruce casually inquired, “How old is your daughter?”

“She just had her fourth birthday in May this year,” Genevieve replied. In the next moment, she belatedly realized that it was seemingly inappropriate to talk about children with the man when he had been betrayed by a woman.

She hurriedly changed the subject. “Will your parents be coming over to visit you?”

Stilling, Bruce dipped his eyes and murmured, “My mother passed away last month, and my father went back to the countryside to teach after settling her funeral.”