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Chapter 537
Despite the slight hesitation, Genevieve still walked toward the cubicle and tried to distract him with a
conversation. “What do you have on tomorrow?”
“I don’t have any work. I’m going to read the script at home.”
Bruce’s pants became heavier. “Ms. Rachford, sing a random song for me.”
Why do you have so many requests? Genevieve could not help but lament inwardly.
After a while, she said resignedly, “I don’t know how to sing. I’m tone-deaf.”
“It’s fine. Just sing along to the song.”
Genevieve could tell that he was suppressing himself. A few seconds later, she took her phone out of
her bag, clicked on the music app, and tried her best to sing along to the song.
“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.Never gonna run around and desert you…
After finishing a song with much difficulty, Genevieve felt like her voice was becoming hoarse.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhile massaging her neck, she suddenly realized she could not hear his voice. “Are you good?”
she asked as she leaned toward the door.
The door was suddenly pulled open. Bruce stood in front of him, his whole body chilly.
Although his eyes were still red, the lustful look in them was already disappearing slowly. When he
heard her question, he quirked his lips. “I’m quite good.”
Realizing what she had said, Genevieve quickly clarified, “I’m asking how you’re doing.”
That time around, she was not teasing him on purpose.
“Mr. Gable!”
Afraid that other men would enter the restroom and thus lead to trouble, Genevieve locked the door
when she entered.
Since Joash could not come in, he knocked on the door. “The ambulance is already waiting outside.”
Bruce pushed the locks of hair away from his forehead, walked over, and opened the restroom door
Joash quickly rushed in. “Mr. Gable, change your clothes. Let’s go to the hospital.”
When he noticed Bruce’s expression, he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. “Mr. Gable, you aren’t
panting anymore.”
Previously, when Bruce was attending an event, a female director almost forced herself onto him.
During the trip to the hospital, his eyes were bloodshot.
Afraid that Bruce would succumb to his sexual desire, Joash had tied him up with a rope at that time.
Why is he fine now when he hasn‘t even gone to the hospital?
Bruce grunted an acknowledgment and took the bag from him. “Pay the ambulance and tell them to go
back.”
“Wait. Shall we still go to the hospital? You’re still young. What if you can’t have any kids in the future
because you suppressed yourself?” Joash nagged, then suddenly realized someone else was in the
restroom.
When he saw that it was Genevieve, a look of terror flitted across his eyes. “What the f*ck?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI thought she already left!
“Why are you so shocked every time you see me? Am I that scary?” Genevieve thought that Bruce’s
assistant was hilarious.
She walked out of the restroom with him, leaving Bruce alone to change.
Joash sneaked a glance at Genevieve. Looking at her expression and clothes, he could not resist the
urge to ask the question. “Ms. Rachford, Mr. Gable didn’t do anything to you, right?”
“No.” Genevieve shoved her phone into her bag. “I entered to give him two buckets of ice water.”
“I see…” Joash heaved a sigh of relief.
After going downstairs together, he ran out of the door and paid the paramedics before asking them to
leave in an apologetic tone. Meanwhile, Genevieve got into her car, ready to go.
Bruce had changed into a black shirt and jeans. Upon exiting the club, he walked toward her car.
“Thank you for what you did for me today, Ms. Rachford.” He wore a mask, concealing half of his face.
Gazing at Genevieve in the car, he asked, “If you’re not in a hurry to go back, why don’t I treat you to
supper?”