My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 600

After Genevieve had her fill, she couldn't help but pick up the script on the coffee table and go through it again. “When you receive the rest of the script, can you make a softcopy of it and send it to me?”

After a momentary pause, she added, “Don't worry. I'll read it myself and won't tell anyone else about it.”

Bruce took a seat beside her. “Do you like this story very much?”

Grunting in acknowledgment, Genevieve waved the script in his face. “I'm certain that when this is made into a movie, it will be a hit, and you'll definitely win an international award for it! In fact, I'll give Mrs. Hossler a call tomorrow and tell her to invest thirty million more!”

Bruce was stumped for words when he thought about how far he had fallen from being a tycoon that was worth hundreds of billions. It was one thing to masquerade as an actor, but now, he also had to act in a homosexual film that Genevieve predicted would win him a prestigious award.

He didn't need the money nor was interested in any awards. All he wanted was to stay by her side in his current identity.

In the midst of Bruce taking a deep breath, Genevieve suggested enthusiastically, “Since we have nothing better to do, why don't you act out a part to show me?”

“Which part would you like to see?” Bruce was dying to spend more time with her.

Genevieve handed him the opened script and tapped her finger on the top. “This part where they are drinking red wine and dancing. It struck a chord with me when I read it.”

The part she highlighted was short, and Bruce finished reading it in no time.

Subsequently, he picked out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured two glasses after decanting it. Bringing them over, he handed one to Genevieve. “I won't be able to act the scene out alone, so please indulge me, Ms. Rachford.”

Genevieve was stunned. “How am I to act with you? Don't forget that I'm a woman.”

“Just pretend that you're my partner.” After pondering for a fleeting moment, Bruce explained, “Experiencing it personally is a lot more satisfying than watching someone else do it.”

Genevieve was taken in by his temptation. “In that case, let me try.”

Putting on some elegant-sounding classical music, Bruce finished his glass of wine and strode to the center of the living room.

From there, he stared earnestly at Genevieve with his dark obsidian eyes.

Even though he had yet to say a word, Genevieve felt that she had become his when she saw the flood of emotion in his eyes. As if her subconscious had taken over, she sauntered up to him and placed her hand in his palm.

With his hand on her hip, she stepped onto his feet barefooted before both of them gently waltzed to the music.

A burning sensation gradually crept into her as she felt the temperature inside her rise.

“We haven't seen each other in a very long time.” His breath bathed her forehead, while his raspy voice was laden with a sense of longing.