My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1517

Chapter 1517 The Man With Many Schemes
Timothy thought of the gift he had prepared for Johanna. He selected a photo with a good angle and shared it in the group chat. He even took the initiative to announce: I made this moon lamp by hand for my wife. Isn't it beautiful?

Cooper sarcastically typed: Even a hundred-dollar moon lamp will look better than this cr*ppy handmade one.

Timothy retorted: At least I made it. You probably can't even make a lamp. Oh right, Ms. Loake is on a business trip abroad. Even if you bought a lamp, she wouldn't be able to see it.

Cooper: I've only been sleeping alone in this bed for half a month. Look at you. You're pitiful.

Timothy: You're sick in the head.

Cooper: You are childish.

After a short while, Armand sent: Ha ha ha! You guys are hilarious. You're all polite in person but so good at trash-talking in this group chat.

Upon seeing that writing style, Timothy immediately knew that Genevieve was playing with Armand's phone.

Genevieve: Mr. Jensen, this lamp of yours really isn't very appealing. Forget Mando. Even the rose crystal ball that Zander gave me was more beautiful than this. If he had put as much effort into pursuing Jojo as he did with me, they probably would have been married in their freshman year.

Timothy was speechless as he typed: Armand doesn't deserve this. Can't you allow him to have some secrets with his pals?

Genevieve: He told me about it on his own. Aren't you the one encouraging my husband to form cliques with you? You're such a scheming man. No wonder you're not married.

Cooper: Ms. White is still unmarried. He likes the type of woman like Jojo.

Timothy felt that the group chat should be named “Genevieve's Family Group Chat” instead of “Men's Group Chat”. I can't believe they all ganged up and bullied me.

He recalled Jerry, who was also in the group chat, didn't have a wife too. That thought brought him some comfort.

Timothy looked out the car window, noticing that the light in Johanna's bedroom was turned off. There was only a faint glow inside that seemed to be from a desk lamp. He dialed Johanna's number.

Johanna picked up the phone and, with a hint of helplessness, asked, “Do you need anything else?”

“When I bought the lamp, I didn't open it to check. The shop owner just messaged me saying it's a defective piece,” said Timothy. “If you find it ugly, just throw it away. I'll buy you a better-looking one.”