Chapter 712
After he had chatted awhile with Jimmy, Timothy handed the phone back to Charlotte.
Inadvertently, he spotted Johanna chatting with Genevieve about something that got her so tickled that she laughed until her shoulders shook. She looked so cheerful that it was as though she did not care that he was seeing someone new.
Timothy suddenly felt miffed, angry even, so much so that it got him gnashing his teeth.
Charlotte was a little baffled by the way Timothy kept looking over toward Genevieve's table. “What are you staring at them for? You didn't even want to go over to them when I asked you to a moment ago.”
“Wait. Don't tell me...” What she thought had her glaring at Timothy in astonishment.
“No,” Timothy batted down whatever presupposition she might have had.
When the waiter served up the whiskey, he lifted the glass and took a sip from it. Swallowing it down, he used that astringency to dull some of the feelings of frustration that he felt inside.
Regarding Johanna's bright and beautiful smile, Timothy said, dourly, “Johanna's my ex-wife.”
“Huh?” Charlotte was stunned. “The two of you were married?”
“Yeah.” Imbibing another mouthful of whiskey, Timothy's tone was lackadaisical. “We were, for four years until our divorce. My daughter had just turned one month old.”
“Timothy, you assh*le!” Charlotte almost wanted to grab her bag and get out of there immediately.
Sullen-faced, she let it rip, “Why didn't you tell me that you were married with kids before? To think that you're still masquerading as the perfect son-in-law in front of my Dad? You must have been sent by the heavens to punish me!”
Although Charlotte was the callous kind with a penchant for changing several boyfriends on a whim in the same month sometimes, she still had her own limits.
There was no way she was going to allow herself to become the floozy in anybody else's relationship.
Once, a married male model who claimed to be unattached wooed her. It was only when his wife came calling that she found out that she had been played, so in response, she flat-out destroyed that male model's career for good.
Tales of her handiwork were still being circulated within the industry. Hence, no men dared to make a fool of her again.
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