My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1506

Chapter 1506 What Madness Are You Up To Now
Suddenly, a pair of heavy knocks reverberated on the door to the private room. The figure stationed at the entrance stood tall and lean, exuding an air of understated composure.

“Get out.”

His uttered words reached the ears of nearly everyone within the confines of the private room. Not a soul dared to voice a response or challenge his statement; instead, they promptly scattered and exited the room.

“Armand, do join me for a drink or two.” The instant Timothy noticed Armand's arrival, he promptly straightened himself in his seat. Grabbing an empty glass, he dropped in a few ice cubes, poured a measure of brandy, and slid the glass toward Armand.

Armand sat down on the couch next to him, not even glancing at the glass of alcohol.

Seeing him like this, Timothy asked, “You used to accept my wine when I offered it. Why abstain today? Has Genevieve prohibited you?”

“You're aware, yet you still inquire?” Armand replied, his gaze fixed on Timothy.

Timothy indulged in another sip of his beverage, relishing the fiery sensation as it traced its path down his throat. He mumbled, “Why does nobody care about me? Armand, would you watch over me? Tell me to stop drinking.”

“Your secretary contacted me,” Armand popped open a bottle of mineral water. “What madness are you up to now?”

“Jojo doesn't want me anymore,” Timothy murmured, a trace of sorrow tainting his tone. “I remained in Zaidham for a few days, believing I had appeased her. Yet today, she went shopping with another man, even assisting him in selecting clothes. It's been ages since she last helped me in choosing my attire...”

Armand found himself speechless. “Timothy, you're in your thirties, not your teens. Stop behaving like a child.”

“Wouldn't you feel aggrieved if your wife was getting close to another man?” Timothy's heart grew heavy as he articulated his thoughts, “She even admitted to having feelings for him, urging me to divorce her sooner.”

“Did she tell you that herself?”

Timothy tugged at his lower lip, his tone earnest. “Do you think I'm joking? She expressed a desire to move out, so I consented. I refrained from excessively intruding upon her. I even worked overtime at night to improve my cooking skills, hoping to cook for her.”

“I've been so accommodating to her, and I was even willing to endure her silence, yet how could she go off with another man? Am I insufficient?” He posed this query to Armand, while also pondering aloud, “Must I rend open my heart to her, to showcase the depths of my affection?”