My Flirtacious Husband

Armand gulped when he realized she was treating those words as her last words. “You can take revenge yourself! Wait for me, okay? I’ll be there within twenty minutes. Keep driving safely, Genevieve…”

After saying a few more sentences, he suddenly noticed that he could no longer hear Genevieve breathing through the phone. He only realized the call had ended after checking his phone. Why did the call end so suddenly? Did her phone run out of battery?

Armand cursed out loud and got onto his vehicle. He then sped off without a moment’s hesitation.

While driving he dialed Steven’s number.

When the call ended abruptly, Genevieve thought Armand couldn’t make up his mind. How could he prioritize Marilyn and her child over his own child? Whoever ends up being his child in the future is cursed.

Prior to that, she felt a sense of despair overwhelming her because she was stuck in the car. After the call, however, she felt rather at peace. Well, perhaps it’s good that I die. I don’t have any relatives or kids. Heck, I don’t even have loved ones. It seems like I’m bound to break the promise I’ve made to Patrick.

It was already past midnight at that point, and she was the only one on that road. Due to how empty the spacious road was, one couldn’t help but find it eerie.

Genevieve kept her hands steady on the steering wheel and let the car speed forward. From time to time, she would also peek at the timer.

Thirteen minutes and twenty seconds.

minutes and ten

minutes and five

car moved further away from the city, the time

was just waiting for it to

would still be recognizable

Genevieve heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching from behind. When she looked in her rear-view mirror, she saw a superbike

a few seconds, the motorcycle had arrived on the right side of her

she could think about who it was, she saw

seeing that face, Genevieve froze on the spot. Armand? Did he ride all

motorcycle closer to the car before leaning over to knock

had rolled the window all the

sudden. When that happened, the steering wheel started turning frantically. As a result, the car spun and

motorcycle was knocked aside, Armand managed to let go of the handle in time. In a split second, he grabbed the car window

best to steady the car and was relieved when she finally managed to stabilize it. However, she noticed

wanted to say something, but it seemed like Armand hadn’t noticed the timer at all. With a solemn expression, he instructed, “Move the car to the side of the road and