My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 290

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When the three of them left the mansion, it was already dark outside.

Timothy yawned lazily. Placing an arm around Johanna’s thin waist, he flicked her cheek. “I worked for

an entire evening for Ms. Rachford. Shouldn’t you treat me to a meal?”

“Sure!” Johanna thought about it. “What about some crayfish? The shop that I went to previously has

amazing crayfish!”

Timothy raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with amusement. “I won’t refuse it as long as there is good

food!”

Genevieve slapped Timothy’s arm away from Johanna’s shoulder with her bag before dragging

Johanna away.

“Don’t be too close to Timothy. He’s already touched you twice.”

“Don’t worry!” Johanna waved her hands and replied with a smile, “He’s gay! I’m probably just a good

friend to him.”

Genevieve burst out laughing. When Timothy heard that, his lips twitched.

He strode forward briskly, pulled Johanna into his arms, and pinched her cheek. “Don’t speak

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nonsense, you little brat! Otherwise, you’re doomed. I’m straight!”

“Really?” Genevieve glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. “I wonder who told me that he’s

willing to be a bottom as long as he can be with Mando.”

Johanna exclaimed excitedly, “You see! I knew that you…”

Just when Johanna was about to complete her sentence, Timothy clapped his hand over her mouth

and gazed at Genevieve pleadingly. “I’m begging you! Forget what I said and spare me!”

“The more you panic, the more others will suspect your sexual orientation,” replied Genevieve with a

smirk.

Timothy was speechless.

As Genevieve had arrived in a Pagani, only two people could fit into it. She asked someone to drive her

car back before going to the shop in Timothy’s car.

The market was extremely lively, with all the stalls filled with customers.

In the al-fresco dining area, Genevieve looked at the people walking past on the streets and the waiters

standing at the entrance.

Suddenly, she remembered how she and Armand had strolled along the market beside the shopping

mall when she was recovering in Springwyn.

Back then, she wanted to buy a lollipop even when she had a sore throat, but Armand stopped her.

However, he eventually bought a lollipop for her as he failed to convince her.

He even ate some extremely spicy Devil’s Pasta just so she could get the prize that she wanted…

Unfortunately, everything had changed.

When the huge plate of crayfish was served, Johanna peeled the shell off and passed the juicy meat to

Genevieve.

“Genev, just eat! I’ll peel them for you.”

“What about me?” Timothy propped his head up with an arm as he stared at Johanna indignantly. “I

want you to peel them for me. It’ll be better if you can feed me!”

Johanna snorted. “I’ll only peel for Genev. Do it yourself.”

Catching Johanna off guard, Timothy quickly took the meat that she had just placed on Genevieve’s

plate and ate it happily. “Genev has a husband, so he’ll peel crayfish for her in the future. You should

take pity on me instead!”

“You’re so shameless!” Johanna kicked him under the table. “Genev’s husband is about to die! After he

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dies, I’ll be her wife.”

Timothy choked on his beer and coughed.

He stared at Genevieve in shock. “Armand is only unconscious, not brain dead. Are you telling

everyone that he’s dying?”

Before she could reply, Johanna interrupted, “What’s the difference between being severely injured and

dying? Anyway, he’s not waking up. Why should a young girl like Genevieve wait for an unconscious

patient?”

Johanna peeled another crayfish and placed it beside Genevieve’s mouth. “Here, have a bite!”

Timothy grabbed Johanna’s arm. Pulling her toward him, he ate the crayfish in her hands in one bite.

“Thank you! That was delicious.”

Johanna exclaimed furiously, “Aren’t you being too shameless, Dr. Jensen?”

“If I wasn’t shameless, would I get to eat that crayfish?” rebuked Timothy with an eyebrow raised. He

took another crayfish and placed it in her hands. “If you peel it for me, I’ll stop kicking up a fuss.”

“My foot!”

“You’re such a decent and cute girl! Why do you want to peel your foot? That will be awful. Be a good

girl and peel this for me!”

Their argument attracted the attention of the surrounding customers. Genevieve massaged her temples

and was starting to wonder why she agreed to eat with them. She was just inviting trouble.

God help me…

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