My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 75 He Is Having Dinner At Home
As she walked toward the window, she found Armand’s number and dialed it. Enjoying the scenery of the garden, she held her breath while waiting for him to answer the call.
After ten seconds, the call went through.
Just as Genevieve was about to speak, a gentle and feminine voice could be heard from the other end. “Hi, who’s there?”
Genevieve found the voice familiar.
Well aware that Armand was busy, Genevieve simply viewed the caller as a worker of his company. “I’m looking for Mr. Faulkner. Is he busy?”
“No.” After a short pause, she added, “He’s having dinner at home.”
Although the woman’s voice sounded friendly and gentle, Genevieve knitted her brows slightly as she could tell that she was trying to assert dominance.
In a flash, she understood the situation and apologized, “Sorry to disturb, then.” She swiftly hung up the phone.
Ever since she found out Armand’s identity and agreed to his deal, Genevieve knew that he would be surrounded by many women, and she would not be his only one.
The call that day confirmed her suspicions.
Although she had no right to interfere with Armand’s love life, she somehow felt uncomfortable when she found out about the presence of some other woman around him.

After placing the soup on the dining table, Maria cast a glance at Genevieve, who was standing at the window. “Ms. Rachford, have you called Mr. Armand? When is he coming home for dinner?”
Genevieve groaned, “He’s busy so he’ll not be able to make it for dinner.”
As she entered the dining hall for dinner, she found the salmon on the table to be an eyesore. With that, she took it to the kitchen and threw it into the bin.
At the sight of Genevieve’s actions, Maria seemed to figure out what had happened and sighed inwardly.
On that particular weekend, the weather was perfect.
After asking Maria, Genevieve found out that Armand had not returned the previous night. When the woman who had answered the call flashed through her mind, she felt her heart sink.
Outside the mansion, Patrick gave the limited edition Pagani a check before installing the shockproof system.
When he saw Genevieve exiting the house, he gave the roof of the car a pat and raised his eyebrow at her. “Genev, since you’re free today, would you like to have a test run of the car?”
“Okay, sure.” With an impassive expression, Genevieve strode over and took the keys from him.
Patrick took a quick glance at her. “Genev, are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” Genevieve opened the door and stared at him after getting into the car. “Are you coming? If you’re not, I’ll just drive alone.”
“Of course I am!” Upon hearing that, Patrick quickly hopped into the car.
Although Genevieve had owned quite a few luxury cars before, including a limited edition sports car, she bought them because of their cool exteriors. Hence, it was not exactly pleasant while driving them.
However, she loved driving the Pagani as it was very responsive and smooth.
As Genevieve sped on the asphalt road with the car roof open, the strong wind ruffled her hair and blew her gloomy emotions away.
While she had fun, Patrick was trembling in fear in the passenger seat and holding on tightly.
“Oh my God… This is neither a sports car nor an off-road vehicle. Don’t drive that fast!” It was Patrick’s first time finding a car ride more terrifying than death itself.
He then offered, “Just tell me if you’ve come across anything that has upset you. I’ll help you resolve it!”
When they arrived at the traffic lights, Genevieve immediately stepped on the brake. Whirling around to look at Patrick, she muttered, “I have sublime driving skills. What are you afraid of?”
With a solemn expression, Patrick answered, “No, I’m not afraid. Genev, I’m merely impressed with your driving skills. Feel free to drive the new car however you like. It doesn’t matter if I’m dead. But you’re the wife of a CEO that’s worth hundreds of billions, so nothing must happen to you!”