After reaching home, Bruce took out the tray and washed the food before having a barbecue at the table with Genevieve.
He was the one who grilled the food, while Genevieve enjoyed the barbecued food to her heart's content.
When Genevieve looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and saw that it was snowing again, an urge to play in the snow appeared in her mind. Immediately, she put on her down jacket and dragged Bruce down the stairs.
The lights of the artificial lake not far from the house illuminated the path as the snow blanketed the land. There was no one in sight at all.
Genevieve then grabbed a pile of snow from the ground and rolled it into a ball. Then, she turned around and threw it at Bruce. When she saw the snow covering his face, she began chuckling.
“So now you're throwing snow at me, huh?” the man asked in feigned anger. He then rolled a snowball and threw it at Genevieve as well.
The two of them began having a snowball fight by the artificial lake. Genevieve hit Bruce with the snowballs every time, but when it was Bruce's turn to throw snowballs at her, she would swiftly hide away before hurling another snowball at him.
Excluding her time with her children, Genevieve had never been that happy for a long time.
Frankly, she was hesitant. She did not want to see Bruce around, for she was afraid that she would get trapped in an ambiguous relationship with the man. Yet, at the same time, she needed not to worry about anything when she was with him, and she could be as silly as she wanted to.
Bruce always unconditionally doted on her and tolerated her. In fact, he had never lost his temper with her.
Genevieve was confused. She did not understand why Coco would cuckold a good man like him, but soon she would be overcome by how glad she was to have him.
After they entered the house and just as Bruce closed the door, Genevieve leaned over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him downward.
The two kissed.
Genevieve let her hand crawl over to the man's jacket before hurriedly pulling down his zipper to take it off him. The two of them continued holding onto each other and kissing all the way to the bedroom.
Just as Genevieve was about to turn on the lights, Bruce suddenly grabbed her hand.
“What's the matter?” Genevieve chuckled as she bit his lip. “Aren't you full of pillow talks in the day? Why are you so hesitant now? Are you shy?”
Bruce carried her to the bed. “I don't want you to see me; you just need to remember that I'm giving you happiness. That's all.”
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