My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533

After listening to Genevieve, Bruce said nothing in response.

As the car drove on, the two uttered not notlicr word to cach other. All thicy could hcar was Bruce singing along to the Frosan music in his sexy hoarse voice.

“When you press me to your heart, I’m in a world apart; a world where roses bloom. And when you speak, angels sing from above. Everyday words seem to turn into love songs.”

Fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived at Imperial Club,

“Thank you. Ms. Rachford.” Bruce unfastened his seat belt and got out of the vehicle.

Before closing the car door, the man lowered himself to speak to Genevieve inside. “Ms Rachford, Mrs. Hossler doesn’t really like jewelry; slie likes oil paintings. The woman’s even an oil-painting society member. It’d be great if you could get her David Rudd’s work because she especially adores the artist. One more thing. If there are going to be others at the event besides you and Mrs. Hossler, I suggest you keep the jewelry to yourself.”

Genevieve was stunned for a moment, and when she regained her senses, Bruce had already entered the club.

“Mrs. Hossler probably isn’t someone an artist like Bruce would know personally, so how did he know she doesn’t like jewelry?” muttered Genevieve with her eyebrows furrowed.

The woman could have ignored Bruce’s advice, but for some reason, she was convinced that he was right.

After hesitating for a few minutes in the car, Genevieve pulled out her phone to make a call. “Coop. I remember you managed to get yourself one of David Rudd’s works, right?”

“I did. You’re interested in oil paintings?” inquired Cooper.

“No, but I’m about to meet Marlon’s wife.”

“She likes jewelry, especially diamonds. However, she doesn’t like to receive them publicly as gifts. Why don’t we get her a diamond necklace?” suggested Cooper after some thought.

No wonder Bruce advised me not to bring the piece of jewelry to the club. So that‘s why. Genevieve then replied, “Just get me David Rudd’s oil painting, Coop. I’m outside Imperial Club now. Get someone to send it over.”

Before hanging up, Genevieve promised, “Next time, I’ll get you a more valuable painting.”

Still scated in the car, the woman was killing time on her phone when she accidentally found a familiar name on WhatsApp.

Immediately, her heart ached as her breathing became difficult.