My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 538

At first, Genevieve wanted to reject him, but when she remembered she still had questions for him, she agreed. “Let's go for barbecue. How about that?”

The man responded with an affirmative grunt and walked around the car to get into the front passenger seat.

Joash had just arrived with the minivan when he saw Bruce getting into Genevieve's car. With hasty movements, he got out of the vehicle and asked, “Mr. Gable, why are you in Ms. Rachford's car?”

“I'm buying her supper to thank her for her help,” Bruce replied. “The minivan will draw unnecessary attention. Just leave it here.”

Joash touched the back of his head sheepishly. “You're right.”

Who would've thought Amelia would be so despicable as to drug that glass of red wine? That woman would have had her way with Mr. Gable had I not bumped into Ms. Rachford. He should indeed take her out for supper.

With that, Joash went to look for the valet posted at the front of the club and passed him the minivan's key.

Turning around, he was about to get in Genevieve's car, only to find out they had left.

A few seconds later, he received a text message from Bruce: Take a taxi to Golden Restaurant.

“Oh, come on!” Joash felt sorry for himself.

Why did he do this to me? We could have gone there in one car!

At the same time, he felt there was something off with Bruce. Since recovering from his leg injury, the latter had been keeping a distance from all women.

Even when Bruce was on the set, he would pull himself away from all the female actresses every time a scene was completed.

Why did Mr. Gable interact with Ms. Rachford multiple times when he despises women so much? He even got into her car.

While Joash was hailing a taxi from the sidewalk, a thought popped up in his mind. Is he trying to live off Ms. Rachford?

In the past, Genevieve was a regular of Golden Restaurant, so the restaurant owner would always reserve a private room for her even if her presence was not expected.

“Ms. Rachford,” the restaurant owner greeted Genevieve with a smile, delighted to meet her after not seeing her for more than two months. He then brought them to their private room.

Genevieve sat down and said to the owner, “We would like to have barbecue today. Could you make the necessary arrangement for us? We'll have the spicy and non-spicy ones.”

The owner nodded with a smile. “Sure. I'll get the kitchen to see to it.”

Soon after, a few waiters came in with fruits and drinks.

How did a minor celebrity like him know about Mrs. Hossler's pet peeve when even I don't?