My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 446

Right then, Cooper's phone vibrated twice. He picked it up from the table and replied a message.

“Genev is hanging out here at the same bar too. She's coming over in a bit.”

Timothy snorted as he presumed that Genevieve did not come alone. Johanna is probably here too.

Within two minutes, Genevieve showed up with Johanna.

Johanna was dressed in a short purple camisole. She complemented her outfit with a pair of earrings and other accessories, which made her look trendy, slim, and fair.

There was a sparkle in her eyes, and her smile was as bright as the sun. She could easily pass as a young girl in her twenties.

Timothy was still feeling down in the dumps since the divorce in the morning. He did not expect Johanna to be so happy. He felt even more exasperated when he saw her seemingly enjoying her new found freedom a few hours after signing the papers.

Timothy sniggered and asked coldly, “Johanna, are you overjoyed because our marriage has been legally dissolved or because you're having fun at the bar?”

“Both make me gleeful.” After a slight pause, Johanna commented, “Of course, nothing makes me happier than divorcing you.”

Timothy's face sank.

As Genevieve led Johanna into the room, Timothy realized that a young guy was trailing behind them.

He asked in bewilderment, “Jermaine, why are you here?”

“Dr. Sitler came with us. He's a mutual friend of Genev and I.” Upon taking a seat, Johanna pointed at the empty space next to her and called out, “Come over here, Dr. Sitler.”

Never in a million years would Jermaine thought that Timothy and Johanna had broken up. With that in mind, it went unsaid for him to reject her offer.

I'll surely see Timothy again at the hospital tomorrow. Seriously, I don't want to die an ugly death...

Cooper noticed the quandary Jermaine was in, so he pointed at the seat beside him. “Over here, Dr. Sitler.”

Once Jermaine had settled down, Cooper handed him a glass of brandy.

“How boring is it for a few men in their thirties to do nothing apart from drinking in a private lounge?” Johanna mumbled as she proceeded to switch on the LED screen.

“I'm over the moon today. Let me sing you a song!”

Johanna pulled a bar-stool over and sat in front of the monitor. “What songs do you like? I'll sing for free,” she asked without turning her head.

Timothy suddenly remembered that besides her talent in fashion designing, Johanna also had a good voice.

Why does Johanna keep putting me on the spot?