The minute the man walked in, the enthusiasm in the private room died down almost instantly.
Upon noticing Armand in the room, Johanna pressed Genevieve's head on her shoulder and said, “Hey, Mr. Faulkner! See, Genev is kinda drunk now because she kept toasting the birthday boy earlier. You should bring her home now!”
Johanna's remark rendered Genevieve speechless.
Genevieve finally understood why Johanna had made her drink so much.
Armand turned around and walked toward Johanna.
He glanced at the table and saw the empty glasses on the table. His expression turned grim when he turned his attention to Genevieve, who was resting her head on Johanna's shoulder.
“Who gave you the permission to bring her here?”
The man's sidelong glance sent a chill down Johanna's spine. She shrugged her shoulder and responded with an innocent look, “I tried stopping her, but she insisted on drinking!”
“Here you go.” She then shoved Genevieve into Armand's arm. “You can have your wife back.”
Genevieve played along and pretended to be tipsy. She leaned on his chest and snuggled up to him.
Armand lowered his head to look at her, and the hard gleam in his eyes softened.
He pointed at Genevieve's coat and bag on the couch. Johanna quickly picked them up and handed them over to the man.
After covering Genevieve with her coat, Armand carried her in his arms and left the private room.
Tension was high when Armand walked in earlier, but everyone sighed a breath of relief when he left with Genevieve.
What a scary man Mr. Faulkner is.
They could all feel the aloofness coming off of him.
Johanna reached out for the cocktail in Jermaine's hand and chugged it. “Let me drink this on behalf of Genev. Happy birthday, Dr. Sitler!”
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when r u gonna continue writing the novel ?...