My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1480

Chapter 1480 A Resentful Man

“This isn't right. If I were Johanna and knew what my husband was like during his younger days, I wouldn't put it past him to cheat after marriage,” Armand said calmly.

Timothy glared at Armand as he said, “I don't cheat! I've kept my distance from other women ever since I married Jojo. I rarely even go to bars anymore.”

He then went silent for a few seconds before asking, “Does she not love me anymore?”

Armand's expression slid into a frown as he was quite annoyed by Timothy's resentful attitude. “Why do you think Johanna chose to instead set up a studio near your house instead of going abroad? She graduated from Sirmor Fashion School. If she really wanted to get into the fashion industry, she should try her luck in Apea and Adrune. There are plenty of huge companies there for her to choose from,” he retorted with a straight face.

Timothy hung his head in silence.

Armand glanced at Timothy as he continued, “There is one thing that you've done quite well, though. Being concerned about Johanna without excessively interfering in her personal life, that is.”

“I'm not stupid, you know? I know how to behave so as not to disgust women,” Timothy snapped at him irritably.

Armand chuckled. “Aren't you quite the ladies’ man? So, what else is bothering you? Since when did you lose confidence in your charm?”

“Hey, I can't help it. My wife is simply far too attractive,” Timothy replied helplessly.

After the meal, Johanna had another chat with Genevieve.

It was soon almost nine o'clock, which was time to bring Asel home and tuck her in. Johanna made her way to the front door, grabbed Asel's coat from the coat rack, and helped Asel put it on.

She was about to take Asel's hand and head out of the house together, but Asel hesitated for a moment and threw herself into Timothy's arms instead.

That was when Timothy realized Asel wasn't tired, but seemed to be avoiding Johanna.

He bent down to pick Asel up as he asked softly, “Mommy wanted to hold your hand, Asel. Why didn't you let her do so?”

Asel simply rested her head against his chest and kept quiet.